The return.
It's been three months. You'd think I'd be over this by now.
I find myself driven by my inability to forgive him. I don't want to forgive him. I don't want my blood to cool. I was to see him suffer. Writhing in pain and angruish. I want to drink my fill of his despair. I want to drink from his tears. I want tot take away everything he has ever loved. I want to give him despair.
I find myself driven by my inability to forgive him. I don't want to forgive him. I don't want my blood to cool. I was to see him suffer. Writhing in pain and angruish. I want to drink my fill of his despair. I want to drink from his tears. I want tot take away everything he has ever loved. I want to give him despair.