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The mental and emotional fight of a human between God and satan.

Black and white, black and white. All I could see was black and white.

It almost killed me then and there.

How could something so obsessive be so real?

My mind thought of freaky pictures only a demon could see; only a demon could be.

The only thing that kept me from life was instant unhappiness.

The only instant that ripped at me, cutting my leather tight skin wide open.

Underneath my body was black, dark and unlighted.

Oh God, it was so twisted. So wrong.

I couldn’t bleed anymore than when I was born, I wouldn’t.

That day was the end.

It all started when it happened.

There could be no light.

The rats curled up to my standards even.

They gnawed on my sheer flesh as I laughed separately. Laughed obsessively.

Would it all be over?

Yes.

He picked me up and swung me around

my heart was black, grey, and red.

Oh, God.

The only silence was held up by noise

and the only noise was broke down by silence.

My silence.

My lips, dry and cracked, were torn from speaking.

They all asked how could this be?!

How could I do this to…them…

No.

Problem is he did it to me.

The world around me growled at my insecurity, reaching up my legs.

How could I forget when they beat me until I no longer bled?

Until I no longer had the tears to cry,

until I no longer wanted to live…right.

The silence was still so twisted.

It cut off my ears and made me hear the whispers of my soul,

the cries of my mind!

Oh God, how could you?

The worthlessness of your seeing eye.

Proud to be what I had to in mind!

Oh, God, you never cared.

I could not write my name in white nor see it in the shining light…NO!

How could it be so frightening….how could it kill me then make me live?

How?

My stomach burns out of regret. I can’t even hate, but only quench.

The numbers scratch down my face.

3 days left.

2 days left.

1 Day left.

Gone…

It felt as if I could scream, but only for the instantly…priced.

I flexed over the nails of the iron tracks, underneath my shining back.

Cutting and steering right, my heart was seen for the light.

The day was gone and so was I.

the noise was quiet soon after it started…

or maybe it killed me before it even finished crying… 

Author's Note

Read with an open mind and have a beautiful day:)