Home is calling. Under a spell you are led. The healing has begun. Come lay your weary head.
Take a rest here. Let down your guard. There are no more worries. Let down your arms.
In the hall of heroes, we welcome you with love. In the cathedral of knights, you have accomplished more than enough.
In this blissful kingdom, you are revered. However you made it, we are glad you’re here.
Between heaven and hell, between sand and snow. We wake to your arrival. Come lay down your weary bones.
Once upon a midnight. Once upon a twilight. After many moons have passed, we have you in sight.
A death so fortunate. A glory to be bestowed. An afterlife you prepared for. Come lay down your heavy load.
Your armor is unneeded. Your weapons are useless. There are no more regrets or doubts. Battle worn, you are better than this
Welcome home soldier. You are now at peace after a lifetime of war. Come and take a rest here. There are no more worries here
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Anna Torres
I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Mea Culpa
Decrepit demon, you keep me up at night. You keep me suffocated in between the blankets. You make me lose sleep in your tight embrace. I don’t look forward to when the sun sets. Can we burn your bones? Can we curse your soul back to hell? Supernatural entity, not everything can be fixed with a spell. Paralysis in a paranoid state sped up to avoid the endless night. Tortured beyond all common sense. My defensive wounds have taken flight. A withdrawal in the morning, a sharpened exorcism every evening. A funeral shroud for the taking. Red Death smiles as I break gravity. The laws of physics hold no sway. Dreaming away to erase these memories. A cure that doesn’t exist. You have ruined my well being. Mourning the loss of feeling. I bid you adieu with my venomous tongue. Can we trade possessions? Can we evict ourselves from existence? I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. One of must go. It’s my fault we’re here in this embrace. False hope for a captive hostage. I can’t breathe with your weight on top of me. Suffocating underneath a rescue that won’t come. Perishing along with brittle nails and a cerebral hemorrhage. This blood I offer in exchange for release. I’m sorry but I’m not sorry. Asphyxiation is something I look forward to. If I can’t be with you, I don’t want to live without you.
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