Inferno Naya Jackson I sold my soul to the devil to keep my heart alive. His will pushed me forward, My hands bloody and clawing, bruised from fights I can no longer recall. They search for something to hold, to take, to devour the little that is left. My lungs filled with hatred. Heavy and constant the rage poured through me, I struggled to breathe, Yet I enjoyed every second of it. Eyes shine with unshed tears, Remembering empty promises […] Continue Reading
