“Last night the devil saved my life.

Couple candles sizzling, bath water broiling, widening the lumen of my blood vessels, stainless steel straight edge barber razor in hand, jagged, hara-kiri sharp, dangling like a vampire tooth over my radial artery.

“Do it.” - Mephistopheles said, - “knowing that when you do, it all ends, tonight. The strung-out strum and drang of it all, having to wake up, every single dreadfully serious day.”

Last time this blade was over my pulse, I asked christ; why is it some of us suffer more than others? Why is it we need suffer at all? There was no answer, never is with these guys. Local priest, all he did was sneeze some bible bs; “Wasn’t it necessary for Christ to suffer in order to enter into God’s glory?”.

Fuck ‘em all; christ, his god, and their priest. Tonight I pray to the princess of darkness.

“Do it.” - she said.”

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