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Aug 2020
If I appeared before you in flames
Would you put them out?
Or would you feed your soul
With my burning skin
As it falls from my bones.

You'd kiss me and tell me
"I love you"
Before abandoning me alone in the dark
Left alone to be eaten by the demons you left behind
Watching it happen from your moral high ground

You are a predator playing the prey
A creature feeding on souls to feed your empty one
A horror of Lovecraftian scale,
Bringing any person to their knees in tears
Breaking them down and taking pleasure from each second

You magnetic personality drawing people in
Like lambs to the slaughter
Me a fool among many
Slowly being grinded away inch by inch
Your smile illuminating my last moments

And after being broken piece by piece
My soul pouring out of me,
Like blood from my throat
You'd cup your hands
And drink from my pain to refill your heart
Damian Jarrod Slabbert
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Damian Jarrod Slabbert  25/M/The stars
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