She was once light, but is now without color. I bleed… to think about her losses and I wither inside. A husk of what once was. The dry leaves crumble beneath my fingers and I watch as it all flitters away with the wind… as if existence never was. The blood comes to mind. She used to set me off like a signal flare, like fireworks in July… but now, no more.. Suicide of the soul, opening the doors for criminal to waltz in… her heart given; taken. My eyes redden, a bloody mess. I know not what else to say or do. I have no control. She does. Yet I watch as she passes it off freely to the criminal. I hate him. But I don’t hate her. I hate what she’s done. To herself… disregarding her own being for the thief. I wish to tear out his heart, watch it beat between my blood soaked fingers. Better yet, I wish to place him somewhere… teach him the meaning of a slow death. I hope he fears me. I hope that his mind is plagued with nightmares of me. Of what I will do to him. Of what I am so close to doing to him. For her...

+Larva+