mother father in the house

i just witnessed a gruesome death today. inside random toilet in the 16th floor, best view in town lit merely by the city light. crawled like a ripped infant, cigarette and knife by her hand.

then she turned off the switch, saying let me be your light. strolled his room in her red sole just before sucking out his soul. but i already warned you.

i have told you stories and words about the devil who looked like an angel, a slut in disguise, mother of succubus. she’ll let you feel pain then make herself your relief. she’ll hand you the wheel with your fingers linked to a string. she’ll make you feel you’re on top but you will never be in control.

and i have told you to restrain, but you have gone in vain. you let her grab you by the reign, ride you until you came. make you think it’s all your fault, especially when your father called.

do you want to know the next? you will stop thinking about your ex. she’ll replace her and live in your head rent-free, making it one of another city in her twisted game of monopoly. you will drop all of your friends for her, so you can sit back in hell in a pool of the tears of her lovers. and before you wake up, she will be your new maria, mother of god, giver of life.

because, darling, as much as i love you and care about you, you are playing russian roulette with six bullets. you are bungee jumping with imaginary rope. you are skydiving with no parachute.

you are digging your own grave.

with my autograph.