The Demonic Angel Within

His cherubic face, his radiant smile

Masked those desires, fiendish and vile.

A deceitful persona, a mind so sly

Two-faced yet cautious, he was living a lie.

He attempted to immerse himself

Into a sea of normalcy.

Secretly he wished to be a common soul,

Accepted, mundane and ordinary.

But he was beyond the realm of control,

His malignant self found its way through.

His eyes declared aversion and contempt.

Into a vicious monster, he grew.

The world was blinded by the obvious.

For they couldn’t look any further

Than his conspicuous portrayal

Of a soul with raging fervor.

The world was oblivious to the reasons

That may have driven him to transform.

His once selfless spirit,

Was now camouflaged by a spiteful norm.

The world was his mirror,

For it reflected his inner goons.

The world was also his blind spot,

For it failed to see his emotional wounds.

What the world couldn’t notice

Was a struggling angel beneath.

Those devilish horns concealed a halo,

And forever he hid under a false sheath.