Cry at once. I demand you to. This is what you have become accustomed with. Acting out tasks for a desired result. Look how far it has taken you through life. All the way to where you are now. Nowhere fast. I connected within you. It was not the type of connection you were looking for. You craved sympathy. I cannot offer you this type of embrace. I know you care. Just as much as a murderer cares about their victims. It was not enough time for you. Not enough tears bled from your eyes. A salvation which neglected to inform your heart. Words that chewed your tongue right off. Some things are not better left unsaid.
Tag: murder
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.
G.G. Kalfas 