The red lady haunts me.
I no she is bad but I love her the same.
I cannot help it.
She brings me surrealty.
Day and night, she is there.
She is relief.
How am I to resist?
This beautiful demon.
Offering comfort from the cruel world.
But ever she wants more.
Ever I must resist.
She strikes slowly.
Sneaking upon me.
Slowly worming her way to me.
Until it is too much.
And I send her away.
But she returns.
Always, she returns.
With new and devious methods.
Better ways to entice.
Better reasons to give in.
This haunting is my curse.
I brought it on myself.
It was I who opened the door.
I let her in to my soul,
and once she has a grip,
she never lets go.
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