#~isms

[smugconqueror]

“And what do you want, hm? Come to get your amusement for the day? Any satisfying questions you have that just, bother you to the point of insanity? Good, I don't quite care.”

[smugconqueror]

“It feels like ages since I have moved. Perhaps sleeping in such a weird way wasn’t the best position for me to choose.”

His clawed fingers run down his back and touch at his neck. Rubbing away as he huffs is pain.

[smugconqueror]

“Flaunt myself upon the rift you say? Indeed I shall!”

[smugconqueror]

Monday left me broken.

Tuesday I was through with hoping.

Wednesday my empty arms were open.

Thursday -waiting for love, waiting for love.

Thank the stars it’s Friday.

I’m burning like a fire gone wild on Saturday.

Guess I won’t be coming to church on Sunday.

[smugconqueror]

“Hello naughty children, it’s murder time.”

[smugconqueror]

So trust me, trust me Darling dear I'm so sincere There's no need to tear Trust me, trust me Darling, do . . . Just like I trust you

[smugconqueror]

“I’ll crush your throat between my claws as you beg for more.”