Locked away in the deep down hurt that is my soul. I see the shadows dance around me. I feel the eyes of my demons on me. I beg to be set free of this prison of pain that the shadows lust over. I beg for my bodys release from its steel bonds. My rists bleed from my struggleing and writhing. My crying seems not to matter to the shadows who use me as an empty shell. My body is the temple they see fit to use and abuse, force me into the pleasure I fear so much. Why is pain my pleasure, how is it the shadows always know how to make me scream is agonizeing pain that only makes the shadows lust harder. What is the meaning of all of it. Why is the ludeness of what they force me to do so brilliantly delicious to my wracked, pained, bloody, flesh. Is this all there is for me?
Then May It Never End.
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