I shutter to think your demon fingers ever held my gentle skin. Your aged, jaded heart ever held me-if even for a moment-inside hers. I shake when I think your name knows mine, your lips have touched mine.

You didn't break my heart, you tortured her. And for what, but the bitter revenge of the one who had destroyed you, long before I even knew you.

I could say you are dead, but you are very living. You live to destroy, as you were once destroyed. You live to kill.

Autore: Coco J. Ginger