Letters to a murderer, pt. 1
As I lay here and picture the inside of your mind, I can only assume the depth of your darkness. How far down it must go for you to commit such acts of utter violence. Oh, the draw I feel to your miserable tendencies. It crashes over my psyche until I feel the bone-crushing force of what must be my own sickness taking hold. Dearest killer, please think of me.












