When an innocent and pure soul is tortured and damaged; it becomes corrupted with hate and rage. Its beauty and strength distorted until it is nothing more than a hungry negative vacuum. Like a flower becoming rotted and ugly by the changing seasons, or the once beautiful animal becomes the corpse and slave to scavengers and maggots. This soul will live on in darkness and anger, mindlessly and hopelessly feeding off other’s happiness, reliving of what it used to have before the moment fades away and the soul is once again left with blackness and loneliness.
This soul is now a demon, a creature ignorant to happiness and love, crawling the depths of hell its home and dark abyss, searching evermore for that light that used to make life worth living.
This demon is me.
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