Gruesome terrors were riding in the demented. They once said to me.
However, fears were nothing new to me. My new fraudulent contract was well written, so.
The poisonous terms and conditions signed the page. They said to me once again.
But his game of poker was commenced. The cruel gambling of my consequences began.
Screams of horror and calls for my name were finally lost. Even the laughter he, himself held was undeniable. I simply had no other option.
The sensational crackling inside was too much to handle. The troublesome thoughts in my head were over ruling. I ultimately had no choice, so.
Fiery passion replaced the corroding of my eyes. Chaotic waves burst through my ice cold veins. Pain never felt so much like home before.
The demon tattooed gracefully on my halted heart. To survive I needed to die first and to die....
I needed to open my heart up to the thought of living...
So, I opened up my heart to the possibility of being loved.