I don’t need advice or comments trying to make me feel better. Just letting some big emotions out through writing. 


I fucking want to burn down cities just so people can get a glimpse of the hell that is me. I want to let them push me to take off my mask and let them see all the demons, destruction, and darkness waiting to greet them. My mask isn’t a weakness it’s their protection, you’ll see. 

The mask that hides the void within, the chaos, and self destruction. 

The mask that hides my demons own prison. Screaming to be set free, to feed, and spill blood. 

The mask that I forget I wear until the demons and hell hounds are screaming so loud that I remember. I can’t forget. 

I remember. I remember it all. The rage that’s inside of me, planted when I was so small has grown into a beautifully twisted creature. Not fragile at all. 

Changing masks and adding layers to keep them caged. My soul is a small sacrifice, small price to pay. 

My masks will be buried with me, I’m taking them to my grave. 

These demons will never torment and infect my most priceless treasures. My demons are mine, my own putrid hell. 

My treasures will never know of what I had done, to have the power to save them, me and my demons intertwined into one. 

If only for a minute the world could see, that becoming the demon sets others free. 

-A.Rose