I love him
You know?
But when he touches my skin my demons scream and I back away squirming from his grip because it burns. I'm on fire. Red is the colour I see. Get away.
Why?
Why am I like this?
Maybe it's because when he touched me before it didn't burn and I let him do it not realising he only wanted to hurt me and use me like a rag only to throw me away once filled with his DNA.
Pain is a wonderful thing.
You remember when it hurts.
You remember who hurts.
I may not care that you lead to pain and pain leads to discomfort that will remain in my flesh and bone until I am one with the earth.
But.
My demons.
They know.
They know what you mean, they know you will mix into their blood and stain them from the inside out leaving them a puddle of desperation and regret.
My demons may be demons.
My demons may be selfish, wanting me only for themselves.
But.
My demons know best.
They know what's best for their home.
After all they built these walls.
To lose there home to a cancerous souls would be equivalent to losing their life.
