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♪•Sᴏᴀᴘ&Sᴋɪɴ - (ᴍᴇᴀɴᴅᴛʜᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟ)
A muscle in my jaw flare yet once again, my face reflecting on the glass wall as I stand there with a glass of alcohol in my hand, my pulse so out of control i fucking laugh at my own suffering multiple times now, i curse and i breath out with a smile cuz fucking hell i enjoy every second of those thoughts burning my insides and yet i could not just go around and do anything, the first time ever in decades of my entire life I've never feel so fucking fucked up, fascinated, it kinda feels good at this point feeling something after ages
Though it's not a good sign for hell to feel something because I have no feelings, no heart but when now i realise there is something I feel which is so maddening that can fuck each and every single person around me, my fist tight inside the pocket of my pants as i clench through my teeths and breath out once again when every sense inside my body cripples aches the urge building inside me to break some more of the stuff when I've already ruin everything in this room
The veins covered my face and my mouth parted as a smirk appears on my lips when I just feel it kept going on, the rage the urge to murder every single living breathing creature down there becoming stronger with each second passes and yet a single face in my thoughts, keeping me a little sane and i realised if there's some good left in me it's because of the little deer jumping around in my God damn mind all the fucking time and after what just happened she has left me all fucked up then I was ever before
I chuckle under my breath with my dark rough voice, enough only i could hear it with my one strong arm resting over the glass wall and I try to keep it nice, as much as I can, it flex and i try to keep it calm just so i won't break through the whole god damn wall and leave every single person walking down there bleeding
And then I'll go down and feast on each one of them.
The veins popping out on my muscles my neck stiff, my face tight, my burning dark gaze, the blood icing over them, the fire flashing them, the blood and the urge to murder, to snap the neck of every single man breathing the same air as her, slice there head off there body as i curse under my breath
With each second with each breath it's getting awful my thoughts, becoming more ruthless, vicious more maddening then I've never had before, not even when I almost end the whole damn living, I'm having way more worse urge to do things I'm not supposed to do and I'm surprised that one pretty gorgeous face tattooed in my head keeping me away from doing all of that at once, just that face.
Is enough to stop me, which is now in my thoughts not even in front of me I wonder how else she can stop me, what else she can make me do with her one single word from that smart sweet little mouth and i realise, I'd do fucking anything that leaves those pretty lips I'm dying to have feast on, I wonder how she can stop me if she would be Infront of me right now, though in the end, I'd end up fucking her life out of that perfect delicious fucking, Nirvana body
