Anoxya Writes

I've danced with the devil and flown with Lucifer's broken wings, Slaughtered the good ol' legends and slayed anything the good brings.  A bat of my lashes and a bit of manipulation is enough to make them sin, But In the dark the tables flip and their souls as I take home another win. What's the point of being good and kind? When you can have a contract with the devil signed. My loyalty to the evil will always bind.  - Anoxya

Fearful people will judge, you don't listen to your own cravings  Even when people love you , the insecurity  still clings. The voices in your head are demons in disguise aren’t monarchs aren’t kings , And you believe them even though it marks your wrists and stings. Self deprecative humor in public to cover up what your insecurity brings, But trust me everyone sees how your self hate still sings. YOURE AN ANGEL , STOP BREAKING YOUR OWN WINGS.                              -Anoxya

Addiction Ever wondered why so many people are addicted to negative substances things and emotions. Why people fling themselves off of buildings and smoke their lungs black ? Why there are people who seem to break other hearts just to have fun? We all desire addiction , The drug-addict  to feeling happy at last , The alcoholic that's forgetting her pain,  The workaholic that isn’t  home at  night and further past. And The girl with the brown hair to  whom Love we feign. Just to avoid the real monsters seeping in,  not the ones in your fairytale fiction. We all desire addiction  To quiver away  from the darkness  that still keeps you aghast.  -Anoxya (Hits a bit too close to home?)