Animalistic Passions followed by tradition

The boy stood there with a smirk on his face.He knew that what he wanted he could have after all who could resist that smile and  his foreshadowing dark ocean blue eyes.Its so sad to see how easily you mistook his affection for love and complete and utter devotion. Its sad that unlike the birds you didnt fly south for the winter or in this case his feeding time.Cause darling the birds head south for the winter to avoid the cold while in your case you should have left before he decied to tear apart your entrails like a psychologist quietly tears apart your deppresion.So there you sit battred and emomotialy  bruised now you feel as though you deserve the label of "damged goods".So now as the boy flew off in the guise of vulture you sat in the room with your guts spilled out on the floor and sooner rather then later you where filled with doubts and self disrecspect along the lines of a corpse riddled with maggots and flys while sure thats life it doesnt make it any harder to look at. And at the time when you needed a pick me up I turned a blind eye god only knows why. So you sat and stitched your wounds while people circled you like desperate hyenas looking for a meal. So here we arrive to you to day still riddled with these thoughts of self hate while I know it seems like forever pain eventually decomposes