Satan;
you are more real than gods with their fairytale lies and more dangerous than acid foaming at the edges of our skin.
--
can i lay with you in a grave
of tainted sin and oiled
remains?
cut off my fingers and toes,
i will not follow a figure of light
when he continues to leave us
shrouded in darkness.
--
i'm trying to change the world,
i'm a walking trail of destruction.
i'm scared,
so so scared that i'll wake
in fifteen years and find
my heart in my throat
and my hands in my eyes
gauging
and ripping at pupils stained
with pornographic images of
fire and destruction.
i won't follow you,
coward.
--
the faithless girl.
Author notes
letter three - letter to the devil.
again, i'm sorry.
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Comments
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Honestly? A true letter to the Devil?
Not good..
But beautiful message.
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