[Artwork by Ian Hornak]
The
demon in me cries for those who leave me dead.
They
pulled off the universe beneath my feet, sky above me.
And
pushed me off my bed…
The
thrust sucked in vacuum, suck out my ego.
I always
sought for love, and you gave me more than that. …more than that.
You
cut my throat, salted the wound, and peeled off my skin.
And
let go to suffer.
But
still the demon cries for you.
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