Born a prisoner, a selfishness unseen. The hands of hell I clasped and the eyes of monsters I memorized. The lips of evil I kissed and the phallus of death I fucked. While you snuggled your teddy bear, I faced the ‘creepy’ under the bed. Your worst nightmares were my daydreams with torture my comfort and blood my peace. I’ve committed suicide for the pleasure of many. Sweetheart, you can call me a narcissist and laugh at my optimism but the only joker here is you. Rising from the ashes, your nightmare I become and it’s the story the world will tell.
Well said. Beautiful picture of yourself.