The Devil’s Advocate

He sits on my shoulder Whispering half-truths in my ear His raspy voice chilling my skull His harsh claws rupturing my flesh His honeyed words forcing my hand When I look in the mirror, he’s gone And all that’s left to see is the cracks in the facade

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