His voice only a growl

A minion of Satan, broken,
a spirit crushed, unrecognizable,
beholden to the darkness, the Devil,
a soul sold too cheaply,
lost, or so it seems.
 
His voice only a growl,
mere guttural utterances
unintelligible, no syllables,
pushed over rotten teeth
from his bowel, the bile,
poison deep within.
 
His eyes dark, sunken,
downcast, almost hidden,
his body ravaged by the meth
the drug which owns him
that stole his youth, his spirit,
his soul, now a shell, a specter.
 
Drugs send him out to harvest,
to seek other victims, prey,
he pushes forward, in pain,
a cloak of death upon him
emanating from his aura
poison deep within.
 
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edited January 17, 2022

His voice only a growl

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edited January 17, 2022

His words only a growl – v2

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edited January 17, 2022

His words only a growl

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January 17, 2022

His words a growl

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