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pity me

They say that everyone has there own pick of poison.

One that could consume them with hate

Another that could conjure little terrors to drive them mad

My poison was, these little murderous thoughts that consumed my soul.

When I came near another human, my vacant headspace became filled with different unholy thoughts

One being how my hands would fit around there throat.

How they would scream and beg for my mercy.

Just being so puny and disgusting under me.

It made my heart race with joy but, my mind would hang in dispar for having such thoughts

I wanted to inflict pain on everyone. Kids,adults and especially teenagers my own age.

There was something about their mentality that frustrated my whole well being.

Sitting at the bus stop as I would do everyday.

A boy I have never seen before sat by me

I glanced at him and a flash of his pretty face being buried in blood as he choked on it flashed away as he gave me a cold look.

Which I returned with a warm smile. He was an interesting spectacle to look at.

His hair blond while his eyes a nice hazel colour.

His mouth a nice pink ,that would suit the dark colour of devlish red very well.

~"You seem to be so innocent just so small,id love to taste you"~ 

Those words bit ate my tongue as I wanted to say it.

"Hello I'm hansol" I said with a bit of my American accent sneaking out

"Seungkwan" the boy smacked out with sass

"Your attitude is fucking rude so change it" I slithered out realizing that we were alone

"What?" He said in a defensive way scooting away from me

" Oh...you must like the thought of me slitting your throat, so brave of you to continue to speak"