Woman In the Box

Woman In the Box

A Story by Darkened_drear

Bloodied walls.The devil calls as midnight tolls.Demons screaming my name.I scratch at these walls.Screaming at you ..you bitter b***h to free me from your heart.Hate you no I love you.Oh sweet madness why won't you carry me.Your a w***e no your a saint.Wind me up yet the top never pops open to those cold ferocious eyes.Rotting corpses here by my side and cockroaches crawling all over me.Society asunder.Only the sound of your unsatisfied hunger.Rats splitting me in two.Why cant I leave you.No I want more you s**t.I am yours .Breed me.Abuse me.As long as I can make love to you.Your perverse and spiteful.I think I wanna marry you.Come on you c**t.This is not enough.At least let me sleep at the foot of your bed like good dogs do.No you say,I am appalled what have we become.I am the woman in the box and your the puppet pulling the strings of my foolish heart.But monster of sin I could never leave you be.For I am addicted you see

© 2014 Darkened_drear


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Added on August 26, 2014
Last Updated on August 26, 2014
Tags: woman, death, corpses, dark, void, cemetery, graveyard, hell, scorn

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Darkened_drear
Darkened_drear

Bim, WV



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