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Psychosa Jun 2017
There was a girl who became her dreams,

but her dreams were just nightmares in disguise.
Psychosa Jun 2017
You are the soul that makes mine whole.
Psychosa Jun 2017
You're the half that makes me whole,


the one that completes my soul.
Psychosa Jun 2017
Blood drips
from its quenched lips.

It depletes.
It defeats.

Though you may feel complete,
it will break you from beneath.

You may scream,
You may cry,
You may feel nothing inside,
But don't close your eyes.
  May 2017 Psychosa
Stephanie
The Devil is no Prince of Hell,
nor is he the Prince of Darkness.
The Devil is the same as you and I.

He shares the same fate
as those who have turned away from God.

He is to be tortured just like the others.
He is to be cast into Hell's lake of fire.

Hell isn't the domain of Satan,
it's his prison.
©
Psychosa May 2017
Put your honeyed mouth on my parched lips.
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