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They Just Wanna Play

Ever just think of darkness? Like the deeper the water the darker it gets. Or the corner of your bedroom is like a black abyss. Or a alleyway you look down and you cant see the other end? Its cause we fear the unknown, the misunderstanding, the darkness inside our heads. I dont know about yours, but im intuned with mine. The demonic creations that pour out my eyes. Its coming from my soul, my body, and my mind. I could explain the creatures, the killing, and the feelings. But thats be letting you in a spot i hide. I have let them take over me, its total rage inside. They tell me i dont need anybody but them, cause they will help me in time. They say i need no feelings, no soul, or a clear mind. That those things will get me hurt, if i just push them aside. its hard cause i have a conscious too, like the devil and the angle telling me what to do. I cant help but like them at times They give me excitement, danger, and adrenaline, not one care or nobody in mind. They will tell you how it is, and try to split you in two. They will try to bring you in, to show you the darkness thats just flowing through. But at one point i had to stop them and show them who is who. Ill never forget them, i think about em everyday, its just darkness inside of me that wants to come out and play! I like that scaredness and i like that rush. They get me high off my own blood. But for now i sit back and think, as they scream my name. Cause its that darkness i think about everyday. Like the deeper the water, the darker it gets. I think of miss, ivy ripping off my head. Or the corner of your room is a black abyss. I think of bobby just watching me as i drift. Or the worst, like the alleyway thats so dark you cant see the other end. That when i think She's going to come out and take over me again.

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