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Possession

"That which you want to possess
Possesses you."
- Lilith
 
I sold her my sins  
So I can ride her train  
I had no idea where it was going but wanted to get on.
And yet my ticket expired before I arrived.  
"No refunds baby.  
You are lucky to leave with your skin still pretty."
She said.  
I never did tell her my flesh burned from the hell I was in.  
Keeping silent or telling her would be painful in either case.  
She would have nothing to say in return.  
 
There is still, at the bottom, bottom of my heart
A small ember, where, when the low winds pass
Fans the glow to reignite the sparks.
I don't think I knew who she really was.  
And I don't think she intended to let me know.
But the soft floating spark does not heal, rather...
  it demonically sounds out her name in temptation at what I truly desire:
To know her again.
Written by drunkenplaywords
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