You burn your bridges and everyone on them,
With flame so bright they hide the intent and ghosts that dance between their flicker,
To ashes with your enemies until you reanimate them to move and your lifeless drones,
The most manipulated and deceitful of agendas,
You harvest the hearts and souls to feed the evil within,
Your offspring take a backstage appearance to the wants and desires, you stress are, yours to have,
The only thing that matters to you is the filling of that dark abyss like evil breath of life,
You are a sucubus ,
There are no other words ,
None such more evil to strip the facade from that cold animation.
For a long time when I was younger I struggled with self hate for no good reason. Without pills or hospitals , I taught myself to accept me for who I am and never let anyone run me down. I did this through drawing . While I was under that dark cloud I would write. Really dark pieces revealing my soul on paper . I would fill pages upon pages with well written works . To over come this I took to a different for of expression . I would grab a pencil and my sketch book and draw until those feelings pasted . Nothing specific or identifiable would come out, just a drawing that allowed the pain to flow out onto the paper.
I got older and I am a different person. I no longer get to the point of drawing but I do sometimes write when something is really bothering me.
For the past eight and a half years I have been battling a sucubus also known as my ex wife . Hence the reason for my writing and this post .
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