Love-inflicted Horror

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Memories float above his head
Past to present,alive and dead
Training his sockets to focus on whats ahead
But the demons left behind
Are like a recurring acute nightmare
Torturing his insides
Something his heart couldnt bare
Yearning to do the unforgivable
And the quench of blood becomin more sweeter than ever
Little remorse for his victims
A locked and cocked gun in his closet
Persistent prayers breaching the brim
Castigating sleepless nights
Longing for a saviour
To free him from this horrific endevour