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I cry
I sit here and cry every night wondering if anyone can hear me, and if they can hear me if they even care. The reality behind that question is whether I care, whether I am doing enough to prevent my life from falling apart, to prevent myself from becoming everything that I hate, Elusive, stone cold, heartless, careless, and uncompassionate.
I know that I need to blame releasing the demon on myself instead of blaming the horrid fucking demon that lives in me every day. The demon that I have been trying so hard my entire life to defeat, only to find that he continues to rage on with in my soul. Only through the sacrifice of everything within me can that very demon be released to the pits of hell. The pits of hell where he will forever rot, where the snakes and rats will rip him apart limb for limb, birds will pluck out his eyes and eat his flesh, and leave the rest of the remains buried within the pits of hell for all eternity.
I know that I need to blame releasing the demon on myself instead of blaming the horrid fucking demon that lives in me every day. The demon that I have been trying so hard my entire life to defeat, only to find that he continues to rage on with in my soul. Only through the sacrifice of everything within me can that very demon be released to the pits of hell. The pits of hell where he will forever rot, where the snakes and rats will rip him apart limb for limb, birds will pluck out his eyes and eat his flesh, and leave the rest of the remains buried within the pits of hell for all eternity.
Published 4th Jul 2011
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