Save Me From What I have Become
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Last published Mon, Apr 8, 2013
Locking my door, I stepped out in the cold winter air. I zipped up my jacket and breathed, watching the small clouds of puff rise into the air and dissapear from my eyes. Snow that lingered on trees giving it a vibrant glow, the children nestling in the warmth of their mothers, the laughter that exploded off as children ran around, couples walking hand in hand afraid that if they where to let go, the warmth it held from the little contact would never come back. The human race here has changed. While here I am, just a mere hybrid of human and demon. I hate who I am, my family, and who ever trapped me into this eternal life of pain and suffering. Stuck as a demon, a monster who kills humans and devours their souls, I am not able to live freely. I am not that person, that monster. But somewhere in side of me, the monster, the demon, this curse, is trying to break free and it takes all my wilpower not to let it go, not to give up. All I have left is that little human part in me, that part I would try to grasp and let it slip away, the warmth. I don't think this life time ahead of me will last much long. This darkness within me, will lead to destruction.
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