today
he hates himself
if he had known
he would have picked someone else
there are endless possibilities
in his colorless world
a sea of clueless prospects
they can't tell they're being hunted
is ignorance
bliss?
he can't imagine bliss right now
because she is broken
and he finds himself marveling at the fragility of human emotion
what is it like
to feel so much?
he can't remember the last time he felt anything
if he tries hard enough
he can make himself feel
but until then
he will stay above it
above them
above her
but today
those emotions are leaking out of him
dark and red and split flesh
his soul is spilling over
yesterday he was untouchable
when he snuffed out another life
he felt their heartbeats
strings on his fingertips
he was in controll
of his univerese
but today
today he hates himself
a/n
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a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
