Irrational

With eyes so cold blood freezes at it’s site, with a mind so vile and twisted demon cowers at its black corners.

A plan only thought of by the thickest individuals. an innocence so sweet and new stolen for a few pumps of your pleasure.

The sick pleasure you get from her screams laps at the twisted being that lays in your head. with tears streaming her face and blood crusted in her hair

You left her there, and faded back into your irrational mind.