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Feb 2015
Searching through her bloodied clothes.
Searching for what is left.
Nothing.
****...

With this rage, I cut into her chest.
I want her heart, for safety and comfort.
I rip it out and cradle it.
I want it for others but I shall never reveal them now.
I love very bit of this heart.

You say I am a beast?
Something so cruel?
You all made me this way.
Look at you, I know you have done sins.

I am a dark being.
I love the screams and moans of pain and lust.

I just don't know what happened.
To that beautiful girl you had once seen.
Laughing, playing...
Now wicked and imbalanced.

I have made a doll.
It has the heart that I cradled.
Stuffed inside like a body in a bag.
It looks just like her.

She talks to me.
Calls me "Little Dove".
At night 'she' comes alive and kisses me with those sharp teeth.
Killing me with her poisoned kiss.
That wretched smile drives me insane.

She is a demon, bursting out if my chest.
Putting her ****** doll like hand on my pale white cheek.
I am paralyzed in time.
I love her ever so.
She says to me that me can make me a world of blood.
She makes me dream of haunted things.
Wounds, stitches, knives and more lovely,
Blood...

I am happy that she can make my world come true.
I love that I am crazy, because she makes me feel better.
I love you, my demon.
Sweet, sweet demon.
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She has left me.
Had I loved her too much?
Without no warning.
Left me all tattered.
White dress stained with our blood.
Will she ever return?

She never returned.
I still hear her demotic voice at night, yearning for her kiss.
Wanting to feel her warm body against mine.
Feeling her doll-like hand caressing my body.

I awaken to a ear wrenching noise.
I found her dying on the ground.
She said she loved this dark and ****** side of me,
and to let go of this love that we had.

A door of shadow had appear like a carry-on.
So dark, so pretty.
I opened it and saw beauty.
No tears slid down my face.
I saw what she was dying for.
She had made me my world of hurt.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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