it’s not you, it’s 85 other things you weren’t.

and i could be your reckoning if i felt it needed and warranted.  i know what my words do to you, watch  i will overcome you if no one sleeps tonight; i will end you.  this priceless quote i bequeath upon your breast is meant to fixate you until you find your rapture; your suffering. i hope it spells out the letters you deserve in the smoke of the fires upon your smoldering, waxy carcass.

l e p e r.

and to it you earn my wrath, girl.