Stories of the Twisted

Sins Of His Past

Had it ever occurred to you that the darkness had already cracked itself into your aching soul when the light was too busy to guard it? You have the devils mark carved into the delicate skin of your back and I can see the burning scars where he's touched you. I remember when you once smelled like cupcakes and rainbows, and now, instead, you smell of hells fire. Your eyes are stabbing razors into mine, murderously, as if you want to see how good my blood would look in your hands. Once upon a time, you were filled with heavenly goodness but as you lay beneath his tall frame, you couldn't help but notice his eyes glow like headlights in the darkness, pushing you deep down the scorching fire that is his heart. Do be carful, my dear, for he holds a past so menacing it resembles the pits of hell.