Desire

Swinging my feet off the side of my broken bed, I stared unfazed at the screeching pixels that gave a paralyzing image and licked the warm blood in desire from my long, elegant fingers. I guess I shouldn't have done what I did, but all humans make such mistakes, right? Yeah, well, too bad I'm not human. On my planet, mistakes aren't allowed, nor grief and sorrow, or love and lust. Mm, lust. My favorite ingredient in the recipe of sorrow. A clad, crimson red idea that only seizes to exist to feed us-our sins. Yes, yes, I know. Dark, isn't it? But that is just how I think, or perhaps, how I was taught to think.Eh, go ahead and take your roll and assume of me, but a humans mind is only a nuisance if it's words are not kind. Oh, the end of the world was soon to come, don't give me that look! Pitiful creatures! Must you cringe at the horror when you created it? Indeed, let that sink in. A planet you cannot take care of yet you find another on which to plant your greedy hands on? Desirable.