The envy of destruction
The envy of destruction
Wanting something to happen
Bad yes but throughout the constant misery the unknown excites me for reasons I can't explain
For it is me who's own existence would collapse and yet knowing a battle would follow at least it's something
Even that something is something It could be love although that has it's own troubles
That's just a thought though
What else is there that could have me desire this mans complete demise
Even with the underlying potential for achievement only the destruction satisfies