I want to stop.
I can't.
I want to give up.
I can't.
I want to die.
I can't... Not while this demon possesses me, lashing out at its bodily imprisonment.
Another man lays in my bed, the demon hoping to fill some insatiable void. But instead the monster is more hollow than before, as hollow as the man is dead... The images forever etched in my head.
My hands are bloody, my soul heavy... To the point of drowning.
I can't.
However, it doesn't matter as the laughs continue. Lust leering from broken eyes that were mine, and I can't help but wonder who is the one that is more trapped, more confined.
My body has morphed, changed into something that I do not know. Incapable of speaking, my mind has seek abandonment.
I can't.
My heart keeps beating as the demon keeps breathing- in and out with every stab to an unsuspecting victim. The wearer I grow the hungrier it becomes, wanting to break me.
I can't.
For if the demon parishes, so shall I. And the blood thirst is too strong.
I want to stop.
I can't.
I want to give up.
I can't.
I want to die.
... I can't.
