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September 5, 2011
"Why?" someone asked once.

Just once. The question was never asked before and never asked again.

"You call yourself a creature. You think you're some kind of monster, but I've never seen it. Why?"

Because deep underneath where no one can see is a demon sick and hungry. Sure, that's what they all say. But for me this isn't a metaphor.

You can't help but love me. It's what I was built for. And while you love me, I let my demon feed and feed and feed. A soul-sucker.

I'll give you paradise but send you to hell.