Is It Mine?

It petrifies me,

Yet, I cannot dwell without it.

Bruised and wounded I am,

It remains unscathed.

It shows me the pits of hell,

Engulfing my soul in its dark music.

Oh…the anguish…

Blood dribbles,

Dribbles over the corpse I carry.

Red? Too royal.

It is black,

Just like the satanic rose your bony fingers reached out for

Whose thorns split my skin.

I happened to taste it.

It had an aroma of bliss,

But had a tang of isolation.

Reminded me of the moon.

It shows me my demonic disposition,

Leaves me with a shudder to the core.

By all means…I am terrified…

But I devour it,

Savoring, as it dissolves into waiting.

It petrifies me,

Yet, I cannot dwell without it.

Is It Mine?

The dark shadow that haunts me,

Is It Mine?

Ashley Kumar

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