Mask

A mask. Something that can be a work of art or a mistake. Your mask was painted, but it was stitched up pieces of flesh you had stolen from your lovers hearts. Under that mask was a rotting exterior of worms. 

Let me rephrase this in a more appropriate manner. You're a coward, a pathetic lowlife child who cannot fathom how to function in society. Love is not something you know how to feel. You're emotionless and when I met you I should have turned my back and ran the other way.

I became entangled in this world of demons, but I quickly learned the game you played. Instead of being the scared child, I played it and learned that playing with a gun means you will eventually be shot in the head. You didn't send someone to shoot me, you did it yourself.

Even when I cried for you to stop, you watched me cry and laughed.

When my angel lifted me from earth, I learned love. I came back to find answers but you had none. I was a mistake of your judgment. I should've expected it but I couldn't believe that you were that cruel. 

One day dark princess, I will watch you squirm the way I did that first year you knew me. I will break you and laugh because you deserve to feel the things I did. My angel and I will escape and you will become a worthless, mindless demon. The day you want me to care is the day I will be gone forever. Don't come crawling back because I won't be there.