Monster In The Dark (boyxboy)
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Last published Sat, Jun 1, 2013
I'm addicted to his darkness. I've tried to turn back, to seek the light at the end of the tunnel, but he's always there. He's always just standing there with the deathly scent of his decay. He's like a monster; he devours the light around him until he is his own universe. But I'm addicted to him. I'm addicted to everything he is. Sometimes I don't know what he is, sometimes I see horns and sometimes I see dying wings. But I know, like a universe, there are patches of life somewhere inside, and every time I try to touch the center of the galaxy I'm pulled in like a black hole and I become lost and hopeless. His aura rips through me till I am no more.
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