A deviant heart, turning the intimacy of love into a hateful beast.
Praying upon the heart of the past, making innocence its feast.
Destroying all lives past, present, future none can escape the beasts rage.
Those it cannot destroy are eternally captured in its torturous cage.
Tortured by turning the beauty of intimacy into your biggest fear.
Brainwashing you with images that your heart and soul can’t bare.
Fear closes the intimacy of your soul wondering if opened who its next victim maybe.
Would it open to unleash another beast or simply annihilate what is left of me?
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