Look inside for a nice surprise…

Current mood: abused (tired of being used)


He thinks of her. Only in an empty room. Falling asleep alone. Regaining a paradise lost is hell on the heart. Everything she has was his. Everyone’s. She’s been around and he’s coming around. Living in the dark to save his soul from the light. He fakes it and they take it. Little boy. Her little toy. Dirty eyes and transparent lies. Open thighs have him crawling up the walls. As it runs down her face. Loaded guns. Shiny blades. Feel the sensation. A decision dieing to be made. Silly boy. Fights the fever. A fire dancing wild. He’ll never measure up and she’ll never get enough. A hundred others rise her up onto them. Bring her down. To size. It pours down her face. Lost in one last embrace. His mind is made up. Just a little toy. Little boy. Loaded weapons and dirty eyes. She closes her thighs and he closes her eyes.