Once Upon A Demon (Once Upon An Angel Part 2)
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"I have you where I want you;
Feeding my demons and ruling my hell next to me!"
Those were the words he said one morning during our honeymoon.
I'd asked to know what he had said and he had laughed it off, saying it was nothing.
I never pestered him about it,
I was still recovering from the high of the wild night we had
Feeding my demons and ruling my hell next to me!"
Those were the words he said one morning during our honeymoon.
I'd asked to know what he had said and he had laughed it off, saying it was nothing.
I never pestered him about it,
I was still recovering from the high of the wild night we had
The hours before the night, were sensational
Me in the arms of the man I loved, exploring the islands,
Making wonderful memories.
Nothing could compare to the bliss I felt.
I was in his arms, his face buried in my neck,
The hotness of his breath fanning my collarbone,
His small kisses grazing my face oh so lightly.
The sound of his voice, so raw in my ears,
Whispering sweet nothings and setting my body on fire.
The feel of his deft fingers beneath my clothes,
Torturing my senses till I had no choice but to give in.
The day had stretched into the night,
And the night was filled with passionate love making.
Both our moans could be heard over the horizon,
Our lust and love drowned in the heat of the moment.
We'd fallen asleep in each other's arms,
And I'd woken up to the sound of his voice in my ears,
"I have you where I want you,
Feeding my demons and ruling my hell next to me", he had said and then laughed, I'd laughed too.
If only I'd known I was laughing at my gray future;
The future where there was no color.
The future where all that existed was him.
The future where I was indeed feeding his demons.
That one day and one night of bliss;
That was all the bliss I felt in forever.
It wasn't ever going to happen again, he'd made it clear.
That one day and night of bliss
Was my reward for making it into his hell, and all that awaited me was punishment, his bliss.
There were no more beaches, just dens and lairs.
No more cuddles and holds, just chains and ropes.
No more sweet nothings in my ears, just his maniacal laughter.
No more gentle touches, just lashing of different whips.
No more moaning, only crying.
No more lust and love, only dust and pain.
And if he was in a good mood, then there were bites, no kisses.
No more me, just a ghost in clothes.
I'd thought having a child would change him,
But how wrong I was to have told him.
He didn't want a spawn, didn't want competition!
I was his and his alone to torture.
I remember nothing more than his kicks to my belly,
And with a shrill cry, I heard the child leave me.
If I'd not heard the cry, then the bloody tears that flowed down my legs were proof enough.
Only then was he satisfied and like the psycho he was,
He cleaned me up carefully.
It was his way, to mess with your brain
And leave you asking questions.
Making you wonder if you're the bad person and
He's just your karma.
It doesn't matter anymore;
I'm done asking questions!
Or if there's any questions left, he and I both can answer in hell, where the real devil resides.
He's in hell already though;
I sent him there with numerous stabs to his chest.
And now that I'm sure he's there,
I would as well join him in unholy matrimony.
—Onwumah Ozed
Making wonderful memories.
Nothing could compare to the bliss I felt.
I was in his arms, his face buried in my neck,
The hotness of his breath fanning my collarbone,
His small kisses grazing my face oh so lightly.
The sound of his voice, so raw in my ears,
Whispering sweet nothings and setting my body on fire.
The feel of his deft fingers beneath my clothes,
Torturing my senses till I had no choice but to give in.
The day had stretched into the night,
And the night was filled with passionate love making.
Both our moans could be heard over the horizon,
Our lust and love drowned in the heat of the moment.
We'd fallen asleep in each other's arms,
And I'd woken up to the sound of his voice in my ears,
"I have you where I want you,
Feeding my demons and ruling my hell next to me", he had said and then laughed, I'd laughed too.
If only I'd known I was laughing at my gray future;
The future where there was no color.
The future where all that existed was him.
The future where I was indeed feeding his demons.
That one day and one night of bliss;
That was all the bliss I felt in forever.
It wasn't ever going to happen again, he'd made it clear.
That one day and night of bliss
Was my reward for making it into his hell, and all that awaited me was punishment, his bliss.
There were no more beaches, just dens and lairs.
No more cuddles and holds, just chains and ropes.
No more sweet nothings in my ears, just his maniacal laughter.
No more gentle touches, just lashing of different whips.
No more moaning, only crying.
No more lust and love, only dust and pain.
And if he was in a good mood, then there were bites, no kisses.
No more me, just a ghost in clothes.
I'd thought having a child would change him,
But how wrong I was to have told him.
He didn't want a spawn, didn't want competition!
I was his and his alone to torture.
I remember nothing more than his kicks to my belly,
And with a shrill cry, I heard the child leave me.
If I'd not heard the cry, then the bloody tears that flowed down my legs were proof enough.
Only then was he satisfied and like the psycho he was,
He cleaned me up carefully.
It was his way, to mess with your brain
And leave you asking questions.
Making you wonder if you're the bad person and
He's just your karma.
It doesn't matter anymore;
I'm done asking questions!
Or if there's any questions left, he and I both can answer in hell, where the real devil resides.
He's in hell already though;
I sent him there with numerous stabs to his chest.
And now that I'm sure he's there,
I would as well join him in unholy matrimony.
—Onwumah Ozed
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