my dear friend he is in a level of hell i cannot comprehend. Somewhere between lust and gluttony he stands with the fire in his eyes waiting for those of us who will let him feed on our souls. Those of us who will let him take all that we are. Then apologize that there is nothing left of us
when he casts us aside, we are not thrown out like trash. We are thrown back into this world we were ripped from with the memories of what was. the faint burn of his touch still coursing through your veins. incapacitated in daily life. We become junkies trying to get our next fix.
"But what will you tell people? Won't they ask?" she says.
I will tell them...I have met the Devil. And he wears a black suit.
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