I never liked him. Simply put & most sincerely said. For months. That existence was a bore. An asshole he is I always taught. Not even his face could change my mind.
O wait. Isn’t that me? Smiling. Chilling. Burning trees. With that asshole?
Yeah. I'm bored. But most importantly, I'm hungry. I want that brain. I want stimulation. Can I explore his mind? How deep is it? I want to calculate that depth.
But wait.
In his mind, all he wants is the box. No. The being he wants too. But the box he KNOWS he will get.
He did get the box & I got his soul. Let's weigh that shall we?
I expected different but my sin overcame more.
Addiction. I am the addiction now.
My face, my smile... my energy.
But I took his energy. Not his inadequacy. I keep taking that life don't call me a murderer I'm just constantly hungry.
Is that a smile I see? Concern? Care? He wants to hold me? You want me now? All hours?
I said nothing & I slept.
