With every moment of distance that you had between us, you’re only perfect in my hatred, driving my desire to eradicate your inner thoughts, but I’m afraid it would be the wrong shade of red. I’ll dissect you while you’re numb from the neck down eradicate your insides and feeding you yourself then maybe you will see and feel the pain you caused me each day that I try yet miss the mark. It’s a never-ending story of nothing being good enough like I would be better off killing myself to braid myself up this god-awful place to end my pain. I have no more gods, ignoring my prayers and my pain once and for all thank you for all the scars you burning with.