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Disrupted Existence

“ You thought I was mad_ perhaps I was. Perhaps I am.. It doesn’t make for sanity, does it, living with the devil. “      - Daphne Du  Maurier

Feeding an abundance of lust
Violence, blood, and gore
Servant to the grave
Living dead horror

Proud of her depravity
Enjoying an obsession with the
Brutality and passion of the
Dark creatures who once frightened her
Proud of the hardening of her skin

Her tough presence organizing support
Exuding a confidence that
Brings comfort inside assertiveness to her in times of doubt

When she feels herself slipping into the
Compulsion and obsessions that harmed her in the beginning
Continuing a cycle of pain
Self-harm tearing up her wounded heart

Sinister behavior inducing perpetual fear
Distorting her reality
The devil whispering violent enticements
Darkness too thick to escape
Blood makes everything… all the shame and violence
All of it stops at the sight of crimson

Letting my crimson lifeline go only to be
Consumed by a different form of self-harm that comes with promiscuity
A lust for violence, blood, and gore directed at herself
Isolated behind walls and cryptic words
Written by Jadedembers (Starving demons)
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