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Aug 2014
Razor sharp fingers
Reaching for my soul to take
Carving a hole into my chest
Breaching the protective wall

Red eyes never seen but in dreams
Blinding mine from terrors yet to come
Gradually is worsens to a searing pain
I can no longer take the agony of it all

He whispers to me in the dark
Tells me that I'm safe with him; that I need to succumb
Give in to his offerings of escape
Get away from this lie called life

Sensually he pulls me in
Reaches for my heart and soul
He seeks to claim me as his own
Pulling away, I go unwilling

Finally he gets me
I fall into his arms, Claimed
In triumph he has my body
Destroyed he has my soul

I reach for something to hold
Pray this is a dream
Pray I die or forget quickly
Blessed I see no more

He finds me again and I lie
Home, but alone I cry and call on One I trust
He tells me I am safe, that I can sleep
I cannot, for there I see him

Days, weeks and months go by
It does not leave me
I am tortured, left to die
Screaming inside, I call to those who desert me

Alone I am and desolate I cry
I need only to feel the light
Only darkness answers my call
I long for escape from the monster

But there is none.
Bree
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Bree
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