based off an image by kathleen
“Queen of the Dead”
In the darkest region of my soul there is someone watching over me. It guide me through my destiny as though its not mine to decide but theirs. Building my image into what it wants; what it needs. I try to fight this thing; this person but it still there burred in my unconscious soul. All ways starring at me. What dose it want? How do I free myself from it. I go about my business and I see him. He is in front of me. His hands rip at my body I can’t scream. He abuses me in unthinkable ways. Then a sharp pain, I grab my stomach, with sticky blood in my hands I realized. The man in the back of my soul is the one who killed me.