Her name was Elise. She was so beautiful yet so blind to see the beast in him. He wants her to just stop for a second, breathe, and see the cold-hearted monster that dwells within him. A monster born from pure jealousy. His wants, his needs, the things needed for a sick, savage beast. He has an completely unquenchable thrist for this romantic scene. Plans to play the lead roll in this psychopathic love story. Her house lights are fading dim. She keeps him waiting. He's waiting, waiting for the show to begin.
Maybe he wants to see the possibilities that await him. Light at the end of this long dark tunnel that he runs down repeatedly. Stuck on repeat like an eternity of a never ending rest. Infinite dreams that cycle his head. He hopes that this can't be the horrible crushing pain that's made home in his chest. To protest these feelings. All just a atrocity and everyone can see directly from the start that they are capable to break a heart. He'll break theirs instead. They'll cast the parts, it's obviously. He's an extra as he begins to take the lead. The curtains will rise to reveal act one. The first scene starts as a tragedy and everyone can tell right from the start that their bound to break a heart. Maybe he'll wait and see the possibilities that await him. Remember, he's stuck on repeat. Post dramatic, psychopathic rush. It must be a dream of his, it must be. He'll soon awaken from this nightmare that has taken a hold of him. His sanity has now eluded him. Makes him want to scream.
His new found courage thrives but remains trapped inside of him. His cautious mind, he must test his luck and overcome this. Maybe if he tries, he'll succeed to fail. If not, he'll fail to succeed. She's going out to hit the town again. He must follow her, track her down. Staring throught the window, there she is. Always so perfect and lovely. Unsure if his eyes have deceived him, she wasn't alone this time. This cannot be, he prays it's all a dream or more like an awful corrupted nightmare. He cannot bare this horrible reality. This can't be the end of his dear story. He'll have to create their own fate. He'll take her heart before it's way too late.
Mysterious and unwelcome, he wonders who that was. She wasn't alone. The way that the other stroked her hair, moves in close and she doesn't care. He is losing all hope, pretentious fuck. With expired luck, he'll finish him. Disgraceful, vile, evil, worthless piece of shit. He wonders who this is.
He begs for this to stop now. He can't handle it anymore. That man is to blame for all this pain. He'll take him six feet under the ground, maybe crush him and he'll never be found, maybe he will fall or maybe he will drown. Either way, he is going to bring him down.
He will have to create their own fate.
