Julia Cotton: Part 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

A message written in blood,
"Help me. I am in hell."
Julia Cotton the devil,
Damned to reside in torture,
Having no air or freedom,
A place of fear and great pain.

No longer in disguise with skin,
The devil hurting her,
Watching her suffer,
And over Julia Cotton to win,
For she is stripped of her humanity,
Determined to kill,
For destroying others,
Gave her a thrill,

But now she feels the pressure,
Remembering her life,
When she felt only white light,
With no devil to fight,
But she is damned,
Until she learns her lesson,
And she knows pain,

Those "Hellraiser" days,
Now reality in her own room,
God to leave Julia Cotton,
In her psychotic prison,
Blood spilled and horrors abound,
Nightmare on Elm Street to be found,

For two things cannot be stopped:
Sleep and death,
Cigarettes of the damned,
Getting out of breath,
People victims of a demon,

A demon made of blood,
To cut so deep in heart and mind,
Getting thrills out of murder,
But now Julia Cotton carries the burden,
And will see her fate through,
The horrors of hell all too real,
All too painful and all too true,
The realization of how pain feels.