You’ve become as soft as your ever-soft prick.
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
…sharp teeth of an angel.
It’d be far more interesting to kick someone in the knee, watch them drop, and then use your own knee to bludgeon their nose further into their face.
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
I’d love to make you smile now but it’s not the state I’m in.
I’m a fixer, but I can’t fix this.
for the love of determination and strength