Blood falls from you. You are now a victim.
Crimson stained handprints across the walls show struggle.
Silhouttes skip through your memories taunting you.
It leaves wounds of sin on your angel made soul.
You start to drown in remorse.
Your perfect body is now engulfed with your imperfect choices.
Each of your limbs screaming with their grief.
Barganning with the devil, you gave away your soul.
Lust has tainted your unfixable heart.
Your body is beginning to turn into ruins under pressure.
Your eyes scorch changing into lit coals.
Screaming of seduction, your lips are sewn tightly shut.
Tears motion down your damaged face.
Your flawless hands then pierced on points of the star.
You hang in a white dress bleached with your blood.
The succubus enters your body, filling it with pain.
The breaths you take shorten sharply.
You start to fade into the darkness.
Your nightmare begins.
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