°twisted°

holy boy

you led me down the corridor, singing me sweet lullabies and whispering soft reassurances

that what had only happened a night before was just another one of your blackouts, you never meant to hurt me, you can't help that a side of you wants to eat me alive

i shouldn't worry because you weren't insane, you just loved to torture me with every game you played, and as you drove me deeper and deeper into the black abyss i had tried so many times to climb out of, you finally came to a stop

it was a tiny room, but i could tell this was your sanctuary, there were candles lit and a picture of some holy figure perched onto the top of the praying pedstal

you told me to get on knees, and say prayers that were only meant for your ears, to pray for alk the sins you made me commit, it was too dark to see, but i could tell you were smiling with glee, and like a dog on a leash, i bent down on my knees to pray

for every single breath i take, is just another mistake in your eyes, and i have no other excuse, and i have no choice but to worship you, because you are my religion, my only light at the end of my life

but the blood still stains no matter how many times you soaked it in holy water, you committed murder, and I have no choice but to pay for your lies, hell is heaven in disguise, i cry myself to sleep at night, but no one hears my brutal cry for help, and i start to wonder if it's because i'm already dead