Reluctantly he left saying one last thing, "I will miss you."

A tear shreds down his face and he closes the door,

Me and the demon had much in common,

It already felt like home to him when he first walked in,

We were two apples from the same tree,

I was his yin and he was my yang,

I look at the door and say "I will miss you more".

Curtain closes. No applause. Just silence.
-wow.. left me speechless. Love it

Getting strong enough to fight him off, to become stronger then he was. Casting him out never to return, even though a small part of you will always miss him you're better off without.

I can see this playing out in my head. Perfect Piece :)

5/5

Thank you very much holl...that means a lot