Felled

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Like a moth drawn to a flame, I continue to return to the very thing that destroys me. Their judgement bearing over my life like a raging storm, their gaze burns through my thoughts like acid. WHY WONT IT END. Their eyes ever upon me, piercing my veins, peeling away at my humanity until nothing is left.

And when their hunger is sated, they will strip me of everything I have ever known. Draining the last drops of joy from my soul, robbing me of the life I once clung onto, and leaving me to wander aimlessly. Hollow. Unrecognizable. A Husk of my former self. Only my soul will remain, foul, fettered, and forgotten. Only bound by my sins that bleed through time. Their weight dragging me under the surface, where light dares not enter. No peace. No silence. No end. Only the ceaseless ache of what once was, and the eternal screams of what can never be. To beg is pointless.
No god listens here. I no longer pray for salvation, no longer hoping to be liberated from this hell. I only pray to be free,
from this curse,
from myself.