I'm different.
There's a darkness that stirs restless in my soul.
It craves blood and violence then feeds off of my anger and despair.
I can control it... most of the time.
I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself.
Because it's not just the darkness that craves these things... I do, too.
My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she's dead and everything changed.
My life is now lived through red hued glasses and anger simmers just under the surface.
Until him...
Now my dark soul craves his and I won't let anything come between us,

even if I have to kill...with my bare hands.

All it took was one bad decision,
A need to numb the pain that threatened to tear me apart.
He was someone I trusted,
And he made a decision that would forever ruin me.
They used to be my best friends,
But after that night, I never wanted to see them again.
Now they hate me and will stop at nothing to watch me suffer.
But what do they know about suffering?
After what I’ve been through,
Everything they throw at me is child’s play.
One more year and I’ll be free of them,
Never having to be reminded of that fateful night.
A lot can happen in a year...

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All it took was one bad decision,
A need to numb the pain that threatened to tear me apart.
He was someone I trusted,
And he made a decision that would forever ruin me.
They used to be my best friends,
But after that night, I never wanted to see them again.
Now they hate me and will stop at nothing to watch me suffer.
But what do they know about suffering?
After what I’ve been through,
Everything they throw at me is child’s play.
One more year and I’ll be free of them,
Never having to be reminded of that fateful night.
A lot can happen in a year...

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Tempest Skeigh
It’s addicting.
The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving,
The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent,
And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.
Dancing has always been my life,
No matter if it’s on a pole or a stage.
It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.
Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.

Raiden James
It’s addicting.
The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream,
The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh,
And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.
Singing on stage has been my life,
But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.
Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.
Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open,
Just to coat my skin in her blood.

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The Reaper is hot on your tail,
What have you done?
You’ve made it onto her list,
Who did you hurt?
The hunt is just the beginning,
How far can you run?
Your soul is hers to reap,
Where can you hide?
Watch out for her scythe,
Why do you cry?

The life of a vigilante is meant to be a lonely one,
Roaming darkened streets and collecting secrets.
Until the four of them forced their way into mine,
Stirring up feelings I didn’t know I had.
But if they try to fuck with my plans,
My pretty knife will be through their throats and my bloody scythe on their foreheads.