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Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
What I have learned though is the world is not black and white despite the ignorant, naïve fuckers who live by that philosophy. No, it's many shades of fucked up – and I've been in the grey for a long time.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
After all, isn't that what we all are? You can dress up a trash can in a ballgown, but at the end of the day, it's still a fucking trash can.
I hear her choke back words, fighting with the devil on her shoulder. But the devil on her shoulder isn't as strong as the one between her legs.
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."
I never wanted to allow my heart to believe I could be saved or have a normal life. I mean, I wouldn't call this a normal life. But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.
God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
