PrimedPenguin
December 3rd, 2012, 11:57 PM
I wrote this yesterday tell me what you think.
Mind the title my stupid phone decided seed was not a word lol.
She was evil and hate, everything I'm becoming. Though I was made inside her and shared her blood I was not like her. I was once innocent and new until he fled and felt me good as dead. She torments and attacks me filling me with her hate. Her voice plays in my head like a loud unstoppable binging. Her eyes like fire and mouth like satans. She throws down words of hate,pain and sorrow upon me that burned like acid. Her soul condemned by God, black as eyes. I see her everyday in fact I rely on her. I depend upon Lucifers assistant the lady of hate and sadness. She strikes me down with her words and hands while I try to get up. I'm afraid to get up and defend myself in fear of her rage. Everyday I feel more like her, black and full of anger and stress. He was once with her he was the God of pain and wrath. His hands served as weapons my body as the target. He forever changed me and planted his vile wrath within me. It grows everyday getting closer to blossoming and reproducing. It has already sprouted in me, I'm under it's will.though he is now gone and has left I can feel him inside me eating me away. He planted it, she nurtures and feeds it.
Mind the title my stupid phone decided seed was not a word lol.
She was evil and hate, everything I'm becoming. Though I was made inside her and shared her blood I was not like her. I was once innocent and new until he fled and felt me good as dead. She torments and attacks me filling me with her hate. Her voice plays in my head like a loud unstoppable binging. Her eyes like fire and mouth like satans. She throws down words of hate,pain and sorrow upon me that burned like acid. Her soul condemned by God, black as eyes. I see her everyday in fact I rely on her. I depend upon Lucifers assistant the lady of hate and sadness. She strikes me down with her words and hands while I try to get up. I'm afraid to get up and defend myself in fear of her rage. Everyday I feel more like her, black and full of anger and stress. He was once with her he was the God of pain and wrath. His hands served as weapons my body as the target. He forever changed me and planted his vile wrath within me. It grows everyday getting closer to blossoming and reproducing. It has already sprouted in me, I'm under it's will.though he is now gone and has left I can feel him inside me eating me away. He planted it, she nurtures and feeds it.