I walked out your door and stepped into the icy rain. Your rotten thoughts made me want to jump out the window just to get away from this place. Touching your skin felt like pouring vitriol through my veins. I wondered for a moment in how much pain your mother could’ve been when giving birth to you. You drained the life out of her, but I think it was better this way. You wouldn’t deserve her.
I know you’re following me into the night. I can feel it. I can even smell you. The stench of death… I am not afraid, though. There are forces at play that you don’t know of and, hopefully, they are going to catch up with you. I hope they’ll torture your damned soul and dissolve your wicked mind until your bones will crack and your flesh will evaporate.
This world, my world, will be a better place without you.
Writing, Reading, Living, but mostly Hiding 