How can you express thought to a certain individual when you know the outcome will sour quicker than that dream of being a policeman when you were five years old. How much do you love yourself? Are demons laughing in hell resting because you’re doing their work for them?
There exists no suffering greater than that of a man’s own troubled mind and soul. The oni’s simply crawl near your feet and suck up the energy you’re pointlessly bleeding out your third eye.
Obviously you love the vampire like action enough to dwell in their cave and feast upon yourself with them. You drain your life force daily until one day, you throw open your eyes and run and scream and then jump and dance and cry knowing you’re finally free from migraines of sick twisted french presses over doing your caffeine needs.
Nothing like drinking herbal tea and wishing it was a scotch on Sunday morning when your wife is at church with the kids and all you want is a blowjob but she plain and simple won’t give it. I’ll pray after I’m satisfied. Or better yet, I’ll pray for a BJ.
How do you ask a human who seems to be a part of you in so many ways, how is it that we don’t love one another anymore? How is it that you left for the grocery store and came back mean and out of love when you left with passionate sex and taps on the butt? I don’t know you anymore.