Amyzing21

The photos are deceiving. Evil is not horrid, nor is he ugly. Evil doesn't not outright fight you. He waits in the shadows for you, he wears a cloak of disguise. He will wait until he has your trust. Then he will take your heart in his gorgeous hands. And he will clench his lean, demonic fingers around it, and he will crush it. That is when he reveals his true form. Evil lurks in the hearts of every man. It possesses them, hurts them, takes them over, uses them to break you. You are like a glass. Evil will take you and he will smile at you. Then he will take you and smash you against the wall until you shatter into a million shards of be

He was always so perfect. So good and holy. The Almighty loved everyone, He cared for everyone. But sometimes I think maybe He loves him more than me. Blackness spreading Eternal hatred curling through my heart Tendrils of darkness Shriveling my soul Eyes of green Why is it always him? Why not me? It's always him Never me Always him. Robes of milky white Golden halo Heart of the sun Black coat Fiery red aura Shredded, broken, shattered Wall of stone surrounding the pieces of glass that was my heart I have no heart No soul Good always wins. But how is that so if there is evil in good and good in evil? If good always wins t