The confessions of a misled soul

You came as a friend, your fangs well hidden

and took me in with your bewitching tentacles.

I considered you as a part of me, till

I found my rotting blood on your fangs;

I still can feel your venom engulf me

making me a part of the burning tree -

feeding on misunderstood philosophy.

The moment I found of I've become a part of what I hate,

I started hating myself.

I did your bidding without a question

for it was for a higher good -

we were too infant to understand.

You lied - you lied to your brother,

as you have called me ten thousand times.

You gave me the power to do what you seek

and i took each drop of death inside me

to take away what I can never return.

And now, you ask for my soul

To banish a thousand unclean souls;

No! my dear brother - I'll only give up my soul

to take away the devil inside you.

(This is my first attempt in poetry, so i want you to give your valuble comments or critisism and help me improve it)