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Maybe that’s the reason they call him the Devil. Because the madness that breathes within these walls is as real as the man who feeds it.
“You’re my curse. Staying away from you, is like trying to hold my breath when the tide is rising.” His words dance around my head, the deep timbre of his voice titillating my senses. “I want to drown in you.”
you don’t walk around with a mouth that big without someone wanting to shove the barrel of a gun into it.
They’re just people. Human beings who sat on toilets sometime today looking as undignified as everyone else.
“Because divorce is messy. And expensive. Besides that, the heart is a dangerous organ that isn’t meant to be free. Why else would God have built a cage for it?”
“I’m not the devil they make me out to be. The heartless, callous monster. You can’t do this shit to yourself without feeling something. That’s the problem. I feel everything. I feel it very deeply.”
“Because this is supposed to be filler, but you’re making me curious about the plot.”
Together, we are madness. And there is music in madness, and madness in love. It doesn’t matter what the world thinks of us. Because we’re the composers, the conductors of our own fate, and we write the notes to a beautiful, dark melody that no one else can hear.
