A Glimpse into the Void

Suffocation. A deliberate form of affection. Salvation. Never to be found within your arms. There is nothing tranquil about your glance. A glimpse into the void. A permanent cause to evacuate. Nowhere to go. Escaping myself is an old habit of mine. I cannot keep you happy. I do not have it within me to do so. It is not in my way of living. I am not here to please you or anyone else. Fuck you and everyone else. Some people are just meat sacks with a pulse. Some people deserve to die. Slowly. Perfectly. I have not decided what to do with you yet. I just might add you to the collection in my closet. I just might add you to the collection underneath my house. Slowly with purpose. Perfect in every possible way.

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