The Man Who Killed the Girl

I curse the man who killed the girl who still believed in happy endings and replaced her with a girl who wanted to kill herself.

I curse the man who stripped away her beautiful innocent ignorance.

I am not a person who seeks revenge. I let far too much wash under the bridge, but with him, the man I curse, I pray to the Ethereal that he will meet an end that guts him sternum to groin. I will meet him in Hell, but Satan will have my back and will be flaying his.

The Man Who Killed the Girl