Dichotomy

There's a demon in my soul
Don't believe me? See me whole.
For half of me lives within this existence
the rest I suppress in half-hearted resistance.

Telling stories helps keep him behind a shade
and on the paper, my characters enact his rage-
in those evil words they do horrible things
that were he unleashed: that's the exact pain he'd bring.

My demon is not like the average psyche
who point out their viciousness overtly; precisely.
I have no idea what he might come up with next
like grabbing the nearest object and slicing open necks-

or perhaps finding the weakest point on a half innocent human
and exploiting their greatest pain with evil skills he's been grooming
oh the chaos he can cause and with out motivation
his evil wants no prize, he is the uncommon deviation

from the norm that society expects to be off-putting-
my demon is caged like the Titans; keys gone and doors shutting
So were the right situation opened to me for real evil
He waits and he plots; how to hurt all you people.

Inside this good heart is a demon who knows true evil
and he's waiting for opportunity; be glad I block him from you people.