Only a craft I forged through sacrifice.
Sustained is the note until perfection, leaving little regard for the host,
whose hands bleed to remain largely unheard, as is the way of art.
Empty as love and twice as destructive.
Pain is a consequence of masked intentions.
A devilish smile is the wolf's allure.
Please ignore the scars if they do so bother you, my dear.
I sold it eagerly, only to come to the realization.
Empty truths and false promises are but the nature of the beast.
I have evolved with loss
and disregarded my humanity along the way.
May I make you bleed to view what it is to once again feel?
Do you desire something in return?
Please allow me to poison your dreams so we may cast nightmares together.
Please, my love, just welcome my chaos within.
For once you have embraced this damnation's splendor,
you will realize there is no turning back.
All demons once knew light,
as in your death or your acceptance.
I once knew you.
JPR, is a Southern Gothic writer.
His work has appeared in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Cold Rambler, A Thin Slice Of Anxiety, Spill The Words Press, Fixator Press, Disturb The Universe, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Dope Fiend Daily.
His work is often dark and always unfiltered.
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