someone recently spoke of my need to fill ‘some void’, and this is accurate. am i truly this insatiable? when is enough truly enough?
‘…but the girl isn’t like any of the others. she’s unnatural. she’s morbid. she’s unholy.’
‘…she’s the eyes that lead you on and on, and then show you death…’ ‘…and this is what she said, ‘i want you…i want your wanting me. i want your life…’ ‘