Halfway to Heaven
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Here's where it spirals down, where what's real and what's not start to cross lines deep inside my soul. This is when shit goes wrong.
I want, right now, I crave even. Not bloodlust, not sex, nothing so visceral. No, what I'm after is calmer, ink on skin and whispered perversions, twisted thoughts leading to fractures, tiny little cracks in someone's sense of self.
All I'd like is some sweet little thing, someone who's been hurt a few times but hasn't quite gotten over their innocence, someone who can be fooled by a harmless smile and a gentle touch, drawn into a dark world they'll never quite manage to crawl back out of.
I want to ruin someone.
And yet here I am, typing away on a laptop, no messaging programs open, no chat programs running, no mmorpgs, the phone out of easy reach, and no one but myself at home right now.
Dreaming, always dreaming, with the taste of someone else's tears on my lips.
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