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Jan 2012
We make our own hell
Trying to sleep
I can hear the click click of demon claws
Terror
Seeing death moments away
Darkness begins to sway in
Hearing the whisper of beautiful maidens
As they entice me to the mouth of hell
The lick of crusted sulfur
Bellowing halls of flesh-scent smoke
The hollow of darkness
The squeeze of far off screams
I feel Baal wrap his claws about my ankle
The talons digging into my flesh
Like a dog I drool and scream-
Begging for respite
I was born and died a fighter
My naked feet kicking out at the face of embers
Searing my back against an obsidian boulder
My feet find weight against the razor sharp stones
I climb away from death
Crying out when her whip of flame
Opens up my back
The choking is all I know
The crying
The sorrow

I bolt upright in my bed
Covered in cold sweat
My sheets holding me tightly in the black
And I swear although I am all alone
I can hear my family down the hall laughing and talking
JL
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JL  United States
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   serah and victoria
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