Obsession

Obsession

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I was never the woman i am today.It seemed that the fearless, beautiful, cheerful, loving woman with me had died. Standing in front of the woman i stare at my reflection. Rough scrapy hairs full of knots. Chapped lips with a gash at the bottom lip at the side. Skin full of cuts. Some new, some old, some had just healed while some where healing them selves. My dress had tattered here and there and to say that still my wardrobe is full of clothes would be an understatement. Because i don't feel like wearing them. I don't because i don't want to wear it for him. I don't want to beautify myself for him. Infact i hate my beauty for attracting him. I fear every evening. When the sunsets. When it becomes dark. When the dog cries letting me know of one thing. That one thing that still gives me goosebumps. Those goosebumps that let my numb body know that i have not yet died out of shock. That shock that filterates my mind in to thinking that much more is to come. That thing. I hate it so much. Do you want to know what it is? "HIS ARRIVAl"
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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