Like the enemy under your skin - crushing in like the tides. Soulcrushed by the hammer, driven by the blade. Tormented by the lack of face, a demon without emotion. Burying under the body of water, tossing you like junk in the wind. What did he say to me? What did he do to me. Disbelief, hindsight, recollection, rememberence. Deeper drowning, hellhammered and broken. Feel the need to break free, soulcrushed. Demon comes in riding the tide. Light a candle, flame in darkness... A glimmer of hope for all affiliated. Purgery, demon smiling like cheshire cat, look at me grinning back. This was never meant to be, and I never wanted this. Force me into the corral, I pray the rip will safely carry me.

The only part that didn't hold up to the rest was "like junk in the wind." I think you can do a lot better than just "junk." That sounds like you couldnt' think of another word to put there. Even if you meant junk referring to drugs it still doesn't have the character or mood as the rest of the piece. I LOVED the cheshire cat smile part. That could have been very cliche, but the way you wrote it and the counter smile back was too cool. I really liked that. It was all well balanced and you brought the imagery at the beginning full circle at the end which was very good too.

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