her salacious craving for revenge left her satiated only for a moment until the hunger came back like a disease. the desire to purge made its way up to her soft-tissued brain which contaminated with her compassion. the devil spoke to her like a lover, whispering sweet nothings and romanticizing the demons that haunt her nightly.
she reveled in the darkness that surrounds her.
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Arsonist's Lullabye
PoetryShe was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]
