she gouges her flesh leaving blood filled trenches behind as she admits a noise that tears from her through with the force of a fog horn and the pitch of a thousand soul's screaming as they burn in a pit of fire.
such was her pain.
surrounding her, her deamons quenched their thirst on the pools of her blood and satisfied their hunger by devouring her screams.
as time went on she learned the iron control of quieting her screams, stopping her tears.
she learned to put on the smile of some one who is void of feeling, warmth, and sincerity.
she hid behind her pleasant mask was all she had left for she was dead inside.
The demons had swallowed, devoured and excreted everything she was or would ever be
so now a smiling shell she walks through life cold empty indifferent and alone.
Doomed to walk on with nothing but the sweet memories of her love lost and gone for ever out of her straining grasp,
to torment her.
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