Last Night I Sang To the Devil

At first I thought it was as innocent as a simple game of patty cake. But I was so naïve to think that this game couldn't go wrong. So I guess you could say that I had to learn out the hard way. But after learning about the harsh consequences, a part of me still wanted to do it. For the naïve part the only way for it to cope was to go along with the inhumane torture of the conflicting physical pain to its mind.

He controls me. He makes me want to do it more and more. But the real person inside is banging on a cold underground cell screaming for help. I gave up on him a long time ago. And now I let the devil's desire consume my most precious gift. My mind. When he takes over me, I have no control. It's scary to think about it. Almost like your mind is being locked up in a cage, and then when it comes back you don't remember anything. You have no time to think about what just happened. The problem is that he doesn't want you to think. And he will go to extreme measures to prove his point.

The scariest part is that I never see it coming. Thanks to him my family hates me. Well what you do if you saw your son covered in blood, hovering over your now dead husband? Things like that tend to happen a lot. It's like I can see what he's doing, but can't stop anything until it's too late. Some would call me crazy and some would be too disgusted to think about me. Those of you, who say they know what it feels like, have no idea what the hell you're talking about. No matter how messed up you are, you'll never know the feeling until you sing to the devil.

My breathing starts to pick up. I don't want to do this anymore. But he doesn't care. He's going to use me up until the emotional guilt is too much to bare and then he's going to watch my body rot in hell. Hell doesn't sound so bad. I mean once your soul has been consumed by the devil, anything sounds good. Not having a family, I could live with. But spending a day on earth without those beautiful blue orbs staring back at me was a death sentence. If I knew that being with her would've put her in danger, then I would've never talked to her. But now it's too late, and he knows how to hurt me.

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