The Damned: Haven

I find myself proven wrong, and I find myself laughing amongst the faces that look like mine. They laugh, they cry, they smirk. They’re cynical sometimes, my faces, they do things I don’t want them to do. They cut and burn, they bleed and soak, in the masses of the ones I’ve forced to depart from this world.I’m lost, I’m found, I’m stolen. I’m dolled, I’m played, I’m fooled. I am living for the mere purpose of serving the master that’s mended me to chains I cannot see. The master who wishes for my insanity to win against sanity, to wash away all remnants of home, love, and laughter.Forced into a world she thought she escaped; Octavia Amorath must embark on a journey she never wanted. Her mind and body no longer belong to her, she’s used as a weapon to destroy the souls she loves most.There are no more glass cages, no more mocking birds to perpetuate her bewildered insanity. Her thoughts are quiet, they’re sane once again, only because she no longer carries puppet strings in her hands.My body will decay into another forgotten mystery no one cares to solve, to piece together. My body will fall, fall apart, until it is nothing more than a home for Gaia’s hungry. I think the bugs will like my flesh; I think the creatures will like my bones as they cradle what once was. They’re a solace for the faint-hearted and ill-minded, I smirk, because they’re just like me.

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