April 11th 1:01 AM
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There is a bone-chilling breath upon my back...
It tickles my senses and frightens my soul.
A devious smile curls across my lips
as the blood seeps between my fingers.
I cradle my cuts under my hands,
savoring the pain that has been created.
The devil lays next to me,
Smiling in pride at his child...
The razor lays on the floor next to me.
It calls my name again.
I cannot resist the temptation...
The devil picks it up for me, holding it before my eyes.
"Here, my child. Eat, and be happy."
Oh, I will eat. I will enjoy the taste of pain,
I grab my tool from my companion,
and hold it to my flesh.
"My favorite food..." I whisper.
A phenomenal emotion entraps my body...
The razor is pressed down,
and the wine of life seeps out under it.
It beads into jewels of lust
and chains of pride.
The devil embraces my body.
Grabbing my tool bearing arm with his hands,
He presses it down...
The razor goes deeper,
Lost in the path of my flesh.
The curtains of blood spew from my wounds...
"Eat, child. Be happy." The devil whispers in my ear.

I will eat.
I will be happy.