When you first see him, you'll think that he's a beautiful angel and that, my friend, is a very false and inaccurate first impression for a cruel being like him. Let me tell you all about him;
He goes out every night at three in the morning searching for his next meal because he knows it is when all the lonely and vulnerable are out looking for a hand to hold. He'll have blood all over his hands and it's from the countless hearts he has pulled from innocent girls' chests, and when you want to kiss him, you'll go looking at the back of his throat and you'll confuse his deadly poison for medicine, but either way it's an addiction you'll never get rid of. He considered breaking the hearts of poor helpless girls an art because the way he shattered those fragile hearts and spilled blood all over them reminded him of Picasso paintings. Those girls, the ones he finds, were like paintings in the back of a museum; they had a " do not touch" sign, but he always couldn't help himself, but paint them to utter destruction. Every winter, when he's cold and lonely, he burns these paintings to keep himself warm. This is who he really is. A cold-hearted selfish man, who is a sucker for hurting people and who drools over tearing apart girls. He has passed by so many girls in his life, and not one of them was able to stay away from him. He sucks you into his big lie like a big black hole, and no matter what you do and how much you try, you won't be able to escape until he's through with you and you're just a wreck and a mess that he can't make use of.
