t r e s s p a s s i n g by riddlemewitless, literature
Literature
t r e s s p a s s i n g
If it were anyone else but you, it would not be trespassing. But it is you, and it is trespassing, and I have no means of punishing you for it. I never have and I probably never will. You are the reason I'd stopped pouring my soul onto the keyboard and into pixelated words on a computer screen; the reason the ink no longer flowed from my pen, and strayed from the page and onto a paintbrush, with which I crafted malevolent scenes of pity that dripped incoherently from my imagination. You are the single most maddening thing that has ever had the extreme displeasure of eclipsing my heart. You are not of this earth, but rather of some pure evil-i