Hell Will Be My Home

Embracing the feeling of the devil’s fingertips
tracing a homicidal outline on my sensitive skin,
singing the flesh off the bone;

A guttural noise escapes
the bottom of my throat,

I welcome the pain;
find pleasure in the torture, even.

No questions or doubt;
They say home is where you belong,
and I have come prepared with luggage.

Expectant of the torment
I’ve been sentenced;

Warnings are unnecessary;
a precaution in the contract from the King.

This is where I’m destined to fall.


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