Ashes of the Occult
The Darkness chilled me to the bone
It boiled my blood and tied my insides in knots
It tightened my jaw and made me clench my teeth
I wanted to kill
I wanted to maim
I wanted to torture
I wanted that Darkness to suffer
I asked my weird brothers for advice
Their thoughts of Vodoun sorcery, torture, bloodshed
Things that should have disgusted me made me smile
They made me giggle...
They advised finding The Source of The Darkness
But not simply kill it, make it suffer
Then one only known as Him appeared to me and spoke in a cold, unfeeling voice
"All these Wishes I will grant, But she will never love you, and you will never feel love again"
I mocked Him and dismissed his deal
But hatred consumed me...and I was tempted...
I wrote my dark and evil wishes on a small slip of paper
"He Will Know Torment"
In flames, the desires were turned to ash
My fingers moved without thought
Covering my face with the ashes of the darkest magic
I wear these ashes
I except my fate
I fear Him coming for me...
But I know He will come for The Darkness first...
I guess I'll see Them Both in hell.
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