rot flower
Bio
rat boy from the outskirts of Pittsburgh
Stories (1/0)
The Garden
It’s been years since I've seen you. And even though I am getting by in these solitary years since you left, there is not a single day that I don’t think of you. Not a single day that I can forget. Your words and actions drift endlessly from hundred miles away, constantly plaguing everyday thoughts. You taint every single memory I have of my childhood, every single memory I have of myself. From the monster I am a part of, you still truly define me. You are the embodiment of everything I am petrified to be. Everything I don’t want to finalize myself into is this very monster I've grown to known, the final form of my beautiful insanity. I can’t say I never sat here wishing for your demise. To a time before all this happened and I was pure. To save every countless individual you corrupted by your touch. Your actions and your very being trickled down into every surface of my skull, every surface of anyone who was remotely close to you.
By rot flower6 years ago in Psyche