Day 32. There he Goes Again.

Courtyard Apocalypse- HP 7.2 Alexandre Desplat

There he goes again,
Working his "magic"
putting the cloak over my eyes once more.

When will this end.
Never.
he laughs.
Never.
It will always be an uphill climb until you give up what HE wants.
he screams.
I will ruin you.
he whispers, his voice filled with hatred.
Until you give up...
you will be hurting.
My ears ring.

he won't leave.
I've seen your weakness, girl.
he laughs.
It's too easy.
his smile is disgusting.
Give up. Girl, I will make sure your weakness is never revealed.
his smile stays.

he knows my answer.
his grotesque smile doesn't leave.
HE can't save you.
he screams.
I can give you anything.
Pleasure,
Love,
Money,
Your hearts desires are in the palm of my hand, not HIS.
he hisses.

his hand black as night, filled with what I want. My desires.

My shaking hands are stuck at my sides. I only see darkness ahead. I turn around, more darkness.
My eyes face upwards, night.
I will sit, waiting, as I fight these temptations.
Praising HIM. Because though he has all I desire, he doesn't have HIM.