The Possessed's Lament: A Villanelle

I don’t want to be the villain anymore.

I’ve found the devil in my head

and now my whole body is sore.

Being evil has become such a bore.

I cannot tell you how many innocents I have bled;

I don’t want to be the villain anymore.

It seems Hell hasn’t a single door.

For days I have seen nothing but hues of red,

and now my whole body’s sore.

Can’t you hear the relentless roar?

The demons in my eyes have been fed.

I don’t want to be the villain anymore.

I know I’ve hurt you plus a score—

I’ve cut every last remaining thread

and now my whole body is sore.

Do not tell me this is all just child’s lore,

I swear I have become the walking dead.

I don’t want to be the villain anymore

and now my whole body is sore.