I lived in the palm of the devils hand. He kept a watch over me at all times. I'm never sure what the purpose of my doings were, but for some reason seemed I had to wrap my hands around a barrel of a gun, a soft neck, or the waist of a woman. I had a small itch, a craving if you will to see this girl home. I did it for safety reasons, when really she wasn't safe at all with me crawling by her side. She had a smile that crossed her face and never ended. Her hair for miles and miles that I stroked and cleaned from her face in order to see those big beautiful green eyes. She was so sweet and fragile. I knew exactly what I needed to do to her. I wanted to first fuck her. Then gently stroke her stomach and make her eyes close. Make her feel perfect. Take a blade thats been hiding and slice her throat. I wanted to then hang her from the ceiling and let the blood drain down her body to create a fountain for a swine like I. She would get special attention. I only did this for a few girls.
There is a plan for everyone and I made sure to make it come accordingly. I loved them all.
I saw her to her door and she turned around with that same smile. "Thank you for walking me home." "No problem at all." "Well, so I guess I'll call you tomorrow?" My face must have turned a pale pale color and I boiled with hate and rage. HOW DARE SHE NOT SEE ME IN. How dare she let me just stand here under the darkness to only walk back home. I then kept it together knowing this is all planned out and must come accordingly, right? "Yea, I would like that a lot. Maybe we can go out next week." She turned her head back towards the door. It was a perfect chance for me to kill her right then and there. I should have but kept back. "Thank you again, Micheal. I would invite you in for something to drink, but I'm tired."
She lied to me she knew exactly who I was and I must run to get away from her trap. "I'll call you when I can. " She looked frightened she knew I wasn't some big dumb beast. "But Micheal..." I walked away and never saw her again. I never did.. I felt she was more of a monster than I.
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