One finger.
One trigger.
The world painted dead.
One blade.
One moment.
The words left unsaid.
For there in the emptiness of which my soul dwells.
Derives the demons from the deepest of hells.
They know no better, as it’s written in design.
Yet belonging to no other, these demons are mine.
They are the sweetest of nightmares and scariest of dreams.
No longer is life all that it seems.
One last breath then
these demons shall win.
One last night and my soul will give in.
For here in shadows of which my pain thrives.
Clings the last faint words of a woman who dies.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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