wasted

I own my demons
feed them daily
spoiling the devil inside
intoxicating them all
with pieces of my soul
all seared and rotten
they lick their talons
as they devour
my spoiled innocence
gushing from the heart
pierced and torn
being kept alive
by everlasting guilt
for there’s no greater pleasure
than seeing another
soul wasted
gone

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