His face was bloody, His body was covered in bruises from head to toe. 'what a lovely sight' I grimly thought to myself.
I couldn't feel it at first. I don't think I felt anything at first. I was far too mesmerized by his hollow eyes, so weak, so precious, so frail. Then I feel something running down my face. ' what's this?' I bring my hand upto my face and feel the tears flooding. 'Oh'
His body was on top of mine, his head was gently tucked into my laps. I softly laughed at myself as I caressed his face.
I'm a disgusting necrophiliac.
I'm a disgusting murderer.
I'm a disgusting N E C R O P H I L I A C.
those words repeated inside my head like a mantra.
I hate myself so much, why did I do this? why did I hurt him? I didn't mean to, it just happened... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
I don't deserve him, I'm so selfish
I'm a disgusting necrophiliac. :)
