Don't be cautious, Don't be kind.
You've committed, I'm your crime
I'm great at what I do, terrorizing, pissing people off. Maybe occasionally doing some good things. People will yell, curse at me. But I don't stop. Why would I? If there's one thing that I love about what I do, is the fear. Seeing it in the eyes of every victim I've come to kill, it's intoxicating. The scent is such a sweet, delicious, aroma. It is addictive. And I knew from the first time I caught a whiff of it, I was hooked.
Push my button anytime
You've got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger's mine.
I knew as soon as the scent wasn't as bold anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
FanfictionMost of the stuff I'll post here would either be stuff I've thought of and wanted to write or just vent shtuff. Sorry if stuff gets too cringey Also! Credit to the incredible artist: crymaticartwork on Tumblr for the cover!
