Vicious Hate, Westbrook Blues #2

Devastation tastes a lot like ash in your mouth.

It feels like looming death hanging over your bones.

It sounds like the violent shattering of your soul.

It has a rotting smell much like that of rotting hearts…


But most of all, devastation looks like the beautiful, fiery girl with her fake sincerity and sweet lies that fall from her lips.

She thinks we’re somehow an option that she can discard at any fucking time.

Does it surprise you then, sweetheart, that I would show you what real hate is? 
Isn’t it a tragedy after all? To wish on a star that has fallen from grace?


Because baby, that’s what you are to me now—a beautiful tragedy that I desperately want to make atone for all her sins.


I guess we are two mismatched, vicious, and tragic souls flourishing in hate, with a one-way ticket straight for the sweet experience of deep devastation.