You ask why and innumerable thoughts traffic in my mind rebelling to come out, to give you a piece of themselves.
But, do you really deserve it?
Do you have that right to know?
Is it true that you, a mere human - all skin, blood and bones deserve even a scent of the misery that I bestow?
All I am is scared.
Frightened to be vulnerable, afraid at the thought of being judged by the one I trusted, and terrified to lose them.
So promise me you would not leave, and prove it. Stay.
Gaze at the stars with me while we drive away all through the night.
Imprint me in yourself.
Believe me, trust me & love me.
Even when I'm pointing a gun at you.
Even when I ****, ****** or slaughter.
Even when you think I have changed.
Don't.
Don't believe that.
'Tell me about my origins,
teach me of my past.
Enlighten me my virtue,
and firework my path.'
But don't you dare leave the passenger seat.
For I will come back from hell if I had to, to hunt you down, while being what you feared I wouldn't. A nightmare.
So do not lie.
Do not break any promises.
Do not walk away from our drive.
Our drive.
Or I'll skin you alive.
Maybe I'll marinate you, cook you, season you & have a fancy dinner as well.
All of this while dining underneath the stars.