My angels of the heart have been hurt far too long to be joyous anymore and are envious of how my devils celebrate gloom and despair. In envy and anger, my poor sad angels have tormented my devils and demons. My angels have mercilessly showered their sadness and anger and anguish and loneliness onto my demons.
It's funny. To think my dear demons would enjoy some good painful torture, they couldn't handle the pleasure of pain gifted by the white heavenly beings.
And what's ironic is the fact that my angels are having more fun tormenting my demons and devils ruthlessly while my demons are scared for life and soul that they've loaned from their scarce courage that was still hidden somewhere.
RK
15 December 2022
16.12 IST
