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There's this Darkness; That has itself so deeply implanted within almost every fiber of my essence. Though it's patient. It sits like a jet black hell hound at the brim of its territory. Chain taut, head lowered, and eyes pleading for attention. Causing every bit of my control to tremble. How badly I yearn to just reach out.. To caress the silken evil and bury my face deep into its fur. Just as the thought passes, it's gaze transitions from pleading to malice. With a quick lick of its lips; I remember why this beast is forbidden. |
upon first reading, this piece seems to scream of the inner battle - the battle to give into the temptations of the darkness, or to live the way i know i should. sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. the way you described this battle was so intense, so descriptive. i loved the imagery of the beast. beautifully done.| Posted on 2013-02-09 00:00:00 | by gwenn sundala | [ Reply to This ] | |