[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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