In my youth, a seed was planted, cold and unrelenting, deep within my heart. It grew as I did, twisting me into a figure I liken to Michael Myersāa silent, unyielding archetype of destruction. I didnāt fight it; I let it consume me. That seed bloomed into a lascivious hunger, a monstrous drive thatās left me soulfully paralyzed, wandering through life with death and desire lingering in my eyes. Iāve sought out women, not for love, but to spiritually sabotage them. Iāve used their bodies for fleeting pleasure, discarding their hearts without a second thought.
When Iām done, I whisper āBon voyageā as they leave, their souls scarred and broken, left in the graveyard of my own making. Each encounter fuels me, a magnificent brute playing with their hearts like a flute, dismantling their spirits for my own twisted pleasure and ridicule. Lucyāwhatever she representsāhas been at the wheel, and Iāve been the ignorant fool letting her drive. Her influence has turned me into something Iām ashamed to admit: a creature of monstrous ways, thriving on the chaos I create. But writing this to you, I feel the weight of it allāthe coldness, the destruction, the lives Iāve marred. I donāt know if this is a plea for forgiveness or simply a need to lay bare the truth of who Iāve become. You, of all people, might see through the darkness to the man I once was, or could be. Iām not sure if I can break free from Lucyās grip, but putting these words on paper feels like a step toward facing the monster within. I hope youāll read this with an open heart, even if I donāt deserve it.
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