Break.
Congratulations! You finally did it. You succeeded in breaking the supposedly undying servitude and grace of a darling who wanted nothing more than to please you.
fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck the everliving fuck off.
You make me rabid. You make me yearn for an existence where I've never been touched by you, where you've never seen my face, and now, I'll be the last thing you see as i rip open your throat with my incisors and thread your spinal cord through your vertebrae. you're tainted meat, and i don't want to savor you, or treasure you. you're shreds, you're dust, you're nothing.
i needed you, i died for you, i lived for you, i've suffered, what do you want? what do you WANT?
i'd have been your little lover, but now i think you need a few reminders; remember which one of us bears the scars of a life lived with rough hands. remember in the dark of night that you sleep next to a docile predator, my maw only and always ever on the verge of marring blood from violating your worthless skin with my ivory salvations most call teeth. sharp and ready.
i can feel you watching, i can feel your breath, you're rancid, you're filth, you're my own brand of living misery.
i will survive, but i will never go down alone. your blade is soaked in cowardice and mine will forever be enveined with strength.
i am not the enemy. not usually.
but i will not let you do this to me.
i am, and will forever be, final boy.
i may not be able to make you beg god for forgiveness, but i will raise hell with the devil by my side to strike you down alone and trade your soul for the healing of mine.
an eye for an eye.
i think it's time you break.