My monster shows me no peace, slithering around in its meat suit I call mine, it faces my world with zero compassion, it tears holes in my life with vigorous obsession, deep inside it dwells, tightly gripping all that makes me who I am, manipulating my movements, twisted my view, showing me a vision of a world that is not true, its darkness, its hold, its story to be told, a venture, a quest, into the bowels of hell would be go, no hope, no surrender, no victory to behold, a beast that cannot die, a will that cannot be stopped, from the beginning to the end and beyond will this creature, this demon, this devil of an angel will forever be
Several Pounds Of Salt Was All That Remaind Of His Husband – Wrapped In Words
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