They say,
Your heart is as pure as your intentions.
Your words are a warm hug with no skin-ship.
Everybody wants to be loved. Loved by you. Though there are repercussions.
They say you are Venus in human form but, little do they know what you obscure behind your tight lips.
I know what you can do. I know who you are and what you want.
I know what you do behind closed doors. I know the significance behind your gloomy silence.
I know why and I know how you are what you are but, like I was before, I will be nonchalant.
For I am just like you. I am as ravenous and thirsty as you are and I admire your connivance.
You like beguiling them with the piercing gaze of your hypnotic eyes.
So do I.
You like inducing them to saunter past your snare that’s in disguise.
So do I.
You like callously watching them beg for mercy and wail in pain and wait for their demise.
So do I.
You like watching the blood ooze out of their skin, and drinking it to fill your void till your thirst dies.
So do I.
I admire your incessant blood-lust. I admire how you defy basic ethics.
I admire your deception and incorrigibility.
Albeit your deeds are beyond the pale- so I have heard from my bloodline of clerics,
Your malevolence inspires me. I want to be like you. I want to besmirch, ravage, massacre and vanquish until I extinguish civility.
~ Riddhi Chakraborty
Notes: I don’t really like this one.
