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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1481103
Depths of depression, there is only one way from the bottom and that is up.
Come with me my little dear.
It whispers seductively at my ear.
I promise no more stress and pain.
I promise you will no longer feel insane.
Sleep is what I long for.
Peace at my very core.
I promise you sleep my little pet.
However for all of this there is a small debt.
"What?" I ask in a trembling tone.
All I want is to be left alone.
And alone you shall be.
All you have to do is come along with me.
I grab its hand and allow it to seduce.
My body withers as I am reduced.
"Wait!" I scream as the first crimson drop hits the floor.
It begins a manic laugh as it strolls out the door.
I can feel everything leaving me.
My past flashes across my mind for all to see.
The crimson flows freely from my wrist.
It stands over me shaking its head and saying tsk tsk tsk.
My body slows down and begins to sleep.
As my soul liquefies from way down deep.
I told you there was a price to pay.
The price is I get your soul today.
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