I have seen the face of my downfall.
It is not rigid nor jagged,
Darkness embodied by a demon’s chortle.
Not red piercing pupils
which stare into your soul,
Exploiting your weaknesses and insecurities
It is a soft serene complexion
With beautiful vacant eyes,
Looking through you
As if you weren’t there.
It is an indifferent smile
Which opens and serenely says:
“You are just a memory.”
A gone and past thing.
Whose importance no longer matters
Since your existence is benign
And viewed as a mistaken interaction of poor judgement,
Erasing the value of whatever good you might have thought there to be.
The devil does not take place in your worst enemies.
The most pain is often dealt by a former friend.