Thirteen years have passed
And his hair is now grey.
Thirteen years in a cell
Was what he had to pay.
Murder was not easy on his mind
But the burden was not his alone:
Half was taken by the devil
That lived inside his own.
He was granted a small house
After his release back to the street.
Rehabilitation had been assumed
But the devil was back on his feet.
He fought it with all his might
As its hold on him was strong;
He gathered all his will although
He knew he couldn't resist long.
They found him in the bath
Water, blood and porcelain white
Open veins and pale his face:
The devil inside had lost the fight.
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