Dying a little.
Living a little.
Sleep seems alien,
almost unforgiving
Proudly, ever lasting
Everyday, the devil
sneaks under my sheets
And puts me to sleep.
I'm awoken by screams
Of a voice so ancient
Even barely audible
His hands scratch against my skin making me shudder
He says "it's okay dear
It's all well. Jm here forever"
I was stripped
Off of my pride
And off of my voice
Undeservingly enough
How is it that not all the monsters in the world
Red and black
With endless tails
Tongues like daggers and
Eyes, balls of fire
All these monsters do terrify me
But not as much as my house does
Shuddering happens in both the places except the devil
Was a merciful destroyer.
She was not and neither was her husband
They stood up to a heinous beast such as I and did the deed of liberating me of my blissful ignorance.
I was not family.
I knew it.
But denial got the better of me.
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The lass
RandomLass is a girl. She has lived most of her life in a cafefree manner. Fell in love, fantasized, been heartbroken and learned to live without love. But she always wanted to do that one single thing she wholeheartedly and completely believed would chan...
