fingernails bitten, feet aching, something tantalizing about the knowledge of something unpleasant and illegal. ripped flesh and battered bodies, danger zones but the danger is all you, my dear. dances with the devil and kisses with the shadows, nightmares from your angel and bruises from your love. wept, my sweet, for what was once but is no longer, and your lives will end and perhaps then begin, and maybe you can find the happiness in the end as you hadn't in your life before, and your children may regret their words but you no longer have to listen. there is joy in this evil, one like no other and one that leave you full and satisfied and that is what leads you astray from your angel that left you so broken, so leave, and finally feel relief to bleed.
