As I breath, the invasion continues.
I fight the desire to carve its existance from my core.
The urge to remove it from my flesh is the hardest temptation I've ever owned.
If I could scoure it from my body with acid fire and sautered blades,
the pain would strengthen my simple powers, and thrash this demon into flames.
But I am unable to control what sears within me.
It is a monster all its own.
And it destroys my very existance, as it devours what is left of my soul.
Your's are the words that so soothe my angst.
The pain of my past throbs distant,
when it is in your arms that I lay.
Mine is a soul, so divided between desire and morality.
A mind strengthened by the power of a need which bids dying embers to flame.
I am alive.
I am here.
Because your words allow me to believe.
Your's are the words that I breath.
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