Floating around the room, the realization of how I couldn't check its contents the last time, hit me. So I glanced around, constantly aware to look out for the dark entity.
The table had a glass of (un)holy water kept on top which I chose not to touch. There were some old history books; the kind you find in a church - one with history of Christianity. And the Bible I had already seen before.
"This is the place where I spotted the demon" I thought to myself as I picked up The Bible. I remembered the post that Ryan found. One of the rules said "The words will not be English" and sure enough they weren't. I couldn't recognize the language but was so intrigued and caught up with trying to interpret the script of the book that I had lost my knowledge of the surrounding.
After a long period of engaging my gaze, my mind upon the Bible, I could feel a long stretched stare creeping upon me from behind. Scared and anxious that the demon had finally dawned its wretched presence, I immediately looked back and saw what I was least expecting to see first. I could see myself. And then, in moments, I saw my past self running away. There was nothing/nobody else. I decided to follow my physical body.
The adrenaline of the moment didn't allow me to think or figure out what was happening. I saw my past self do everything I did. I followed him back home. I saw him turn his lights off. I saw him fall into sleep.
Unable to spot anything abnormal, I started to think what actually might have happened. And just as I was realising the truth of it all, I saw my past self ejecting it's soul out.
At that very moment, I felt a pull which I couldn't resist and everything blacked out.
The next thing I saw was myself waking up with a physical body, my body. And it was the morning that I remembered in which the demon possessed my body. I started moving, wondering how I'm here, what happened to the demon that I saw possessing my body.
It soon dawned on to me that I myself, am the demon that I had earlier seen.
I, then, realized what had happened.
Collab : @youknowrhytham
3 months before you were taken to rehabilitation, I ran to a chemical factory, to know if I could turn myself into oxygen, so at the least, I’d be something you snort everyday with your regular drugs. I’d stare hard at syringes, smoke pipes even dildos, anything you willingly put inside you. If I could, I’d take you out with our laundry; get my hand on a scalpel and cut your chest through the middle. Throw your lungs in one of those washers so nobody could tell it from the cushions. Rinse your guts along with draw-strings and toss them in the drier. I’ll wait till midweek to undress you out of your skin; brush out the drug rashes off your sleeve and take it to the roof so nobody finds out. When you’d be intoxicated, secrets frothed at your mouth like after a snake bite. And I’d devour you like my favourite milkshake. By far, the only thing I liked about you with drugs, was that our hearts had no chests in between. I know, if given a chance, you’d go back to your mother’s womb and shred her insides.
Just to make sure, someone like your brother doesn’t follow you into the world.
I know, we had our fair share of blackouts and breakdowns and amnesia is the kid that rings the bell and runs away before somebody opens the door
But darling, our love is so real I swear, It has a dealer of its own and it is more lethal than any drug I have ever known.
Unfortunately, before they took you away, I wasn’t asked to choose between
sustaining withdrawals of you
and a premature death,
Because if I was,
I’d hang myself.
// before you were taken to rehabilitation
May YoU find or be found, like the way YoU want your story to be written as a poem
"Remember the first time I laid my eyes on you. A small fluffy white ball with beautiful big brown eyes and ears made of the sweetest silk. How you crawl up in my arms, a little scared and little bit lost. Remember the instant love I felt for you and I couldn't help myself to hold you tighter against my chest. Now we are laying here yet again, with your head in my lap and you have grown a lot. Me with the same love, you still with the same look in your eyes when you look at me with those big brown eyes. I know that your time on earth is ticking and lately I have think about it a lot. That day when you finally gonna take your last breath gonna make my heart bleed. Like someone gonna ripp my heart and soul out of my body. Trying to not think about it at all, trying to enjoy and cherish this moment and the time we have left together. But silently, deep down in my soul, I'm crying like I have never done before. Because I know, soon you gonna take your last walk, cross the bridge between heaven and earth, like a big fluffy white ball with those big beautiful eyes looking at me a last time......" _________________________________________________
Amazing photo taken by; heyengel ✨☀ 🌿☘️🥀🌹 _________________________________________________
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Mirante do Museu de Arte do Rio - MAR com a bela vista do Museu do Amanhã ao fundo. Passado e futuro simbolicamente juntos. É lamentável ver um museu tão precioso como o MAR correr o risco de interromper as suas atividades em razão da falta de repasse de verbas públicas. Aqueles que menosprezam a cultura demonstram teme-la. Não gostam de propiciar conhecimento. Olham o passado movidos apenas pelo conservadorismo retrógrado que busca perpetuar as desigualdades que geram o atraso. O futuro, porém, pode ser melhor. Só depende de nós. ❤️✌️🙌🤜🤛✊🍀🙏 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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E insiste em te incomodar,
Ao amor e à fé não resiste,
Por isso, haverá de acabar.
Não necessitas ficar triste,
Nunca deixes de acreditar,
Há alguém que te assiste
E jamais irá te abandonar. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Se no peito o amor resiste,
Acha-se força para lutar,
Apenas para quem desiste
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