Not the same
By Dark of Day00
I indulge myself in the devils magic becoming one with evil. Soaring
through the nights bitter pain like a dagger plunging in my soul
corrupting me. Consumed by his bitter sweet pain, he sucks the life out
of me and I become one with him. We soar through the night together.
Only pleasure he finds is comfort inside of me. His hand caress my numb
body bring it from its life less state of death to feel him inside of me,
thrusting back and forth. I cry out in pain for him to stop. Feeling his
warm breath and his sweaty body on top of me holding me down. I
struggle and call out he laughs and takes all control. Feeling helpless
I give up and lay there. My tears seem to turn to dust. Feeling my
innocents and purity being stolen from me. He grins and finally pulls
away as I feel my blood trickle down my once again lifeless body.
Knowing nothing will ever be the same.
Melissa Cerinski
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