Violently Icy

Grimm Reaper

Death, in this moment, felt like a personal Grim Reaper to Wynrie. Why'd he have to say something in front of Brice like that?! Fuckin jerk.

What would he say next, " I know you're pregnant with Brice's child? You're a real whore." how far was he willing to take this? Zeb had no boundaries at all.  No lines he wouldn't cross if it meant he had power.

That beautiful motorcycle looked as if it were created by Jesse James himself. Skeletons hidden in closets were about to be revealed. It would cause a chaotic outbreak. Shattering all that we had come to know. Outbursts of my violent nature freed themselves to wreak havoc.

My expectations lowered after an eternity of endurance built off of pain.  Pain of myself and others.  Without an inch of pity.  If god existed, why in damnation have I been sentenced to this life of endless tragedy?

Hardened, scabbed scars on my arms and thighs are now reopened, once more.  Speech is meaningless in this forsaken world. Wishful that my death would overrule my empty life.

I shut myself down in a matter of milliseconds. Nothing more than exceptionalness for such a  broken thing. Standing alone in such dismay.

Angels were only vessels used to make the naughty stay in their "innocent" place in life. I was full of life,  feeling it all.  I don't feel much anymore,  I am drained of most life.  I was practically just a machine. 

Mayhap I was left to decay.  The snow covered ground was colder than I remembered. It was filled with the ugliness of weathers.  It was the dirtiest seasonal time there was. Fuck Spring and Fall, Winter out-fucked both.

Hell,  if I'd know this I would've denied myself a possible next life/second chance shitshow.