She knows what she's doing, but she cannot possibly understand why.
Deep down she knows it's wrong, God forgive her, but the feeling it brings is amazing.
A heart once pure, now is in the clutches of lust, the hand of darkness claws deep into her flesh, she does not fight it, but embraces it whole heartedly.
What was once vile, now tastes of a forbidden sweetness on the tip of her tongue.
Words she never dreamed of speaking, are now whispers of sweet nothings.
Her full innocent lips bitten with such ravening hunger, never once flinching away, she licks the blood away.
Her skin never touched by sin, is now being kissed by the Devil himself.
A war now rages on, the body desires the sins of the flesh and the mind screaming of what is right and wrong, in complete agony of how to deal with the guilt.
Torn. The heart cannot form one single, coherent thought.
Oh, how her world has spiraled out of control.
The desire to disappear into the darkness is now greater than ever.
She may now be truly lost.
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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