Heartless Heathens

by Santana Knox

You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, and even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb,” he rumbled into my ear.

Once you’d begun to toy with the very fabric of your own sanity, all you could do is grab a sled and slide down that steep slope like the Devil himself was on your back.

“Oh, Romina, that’s where you’re wrong. A story can hurt you. A good story can wound, maim, and scar. A good story will leave you questioning what you believe to be right or wrong for the sake of pseudo-pleasure fulfilled by some neurons shooting off sparks in your brain. A good story will tear your soul out from your chest and keep you from moving on until you find another that can take its place.”

Oh so he knows.... Lol

“I don’t know, Pet. I’m not a monster. I’m a son of the Devil. I don’t ask for anything; it’s offered to me freely.”

*tucks hair behind ear*

“Oh my sweet little pet, make no mistake: I am that abomination,” he said, reaching out to caress my face. “And it is your soul I will devour.”

sCREAMING

“I don’t understand it,” I said honestly. “But it’s beautiful.” “That is exactly how beautiful things should be. But be careful, because they are the ones that hurt the most.”

“I want everything you can give me, including the air in your lungs. I want your blood. I want your life. I want your fucking death, Romina.”

Dead

Romina was the saddest song I’d ever heard, and her melody called out to the most twisted parts of my soul.

CRYING

“Yeah, like fuckin’ Bilbo, but our dragon is our uterus.”

“The sky is supposed to be blue. The night is supposed to be dark. You, Romina… You’re not supposed to be anything. You’re perfect as you are,”

“You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb.”

my soul has left this plane of existance

“I’m fucking lost over you. I don’t know who I am when you’re not around, and I’m so addicted to you that you’re all I dream about. You’re all I fucking think about every second of the damn day. I loathe your existence more than anything in this world because there’s nothing that scares me more than the idea of waking up and you not being there anymore, that this was all just some dream. Am I supposed to just hope this is forever? Live off the faith that you won’t wake up one morning and go back to the only thing you’ve ever known? Go back to that monster? That’s fucking terrifying, Romina. You’re all I fucking want. You’re all I have.”

actually crying.