No matter how hard you try to fight against it, you know that your effort will be for naught. You grow tired with every passing day, that light in your eyes fading. Tell me, what is it like to die from the inside out? How does it feel to know that you are only suffering from your own hand?
Your past urges and old friends have never been more inviting; and as you slowly succumb to their twisted love, you can't help but feel as though it is the only way.
You can pretend all you like, but you and I both know that this little corner of Heaven wasn't meant to last forever.
Their touch grows cold, their hands form scars and you've never felt dirtier than when you were trapped in their embrace.
