I hate you. Yes, I'd probably say it to the world if only given a fairly degrading event of time, and my dear foe, only for you. I hate your mind; oh! those ever so indecent thoughts of yours. Filthy! I hate you. Choking the life out of an ever loyal puppet. Pity! You care none but yourself. I hate you. How do one, like yourself live without dying inside?.. Or.. are you dying inside? Of course Not. I hate you. Insecure bastard. Feeding On pure blood. Like a monster. No, You're a monster. Evil more. Deceptive. I hate you.
...... murmured an interestingly beautiful face, pale skin , thinly figured..sitting by a small window on a gloomy sunday , her seemingly half opened eyes fixated on a picture held by her tiny delicate hands.
...... murmured an interestingly beautiful face, pale skin , thinly figured..sitting by a small window on a gloomy sunday , her seemingly half opened eyes fixated on a picture held by her tiny delicate hands.
