Words cannot express love, or hate, I believe this to be true.
Some devils, most of them, really, are created with the basic emotional abilities. Happiness, Sadness, Anger, Empathy, and so on. And… some of us aren't. Though, upon reconsideration, I think that… even devils can grow.
When I think about it, I get angry.
[I'll tell you something
I am a wolf but
I like to wear sheep's clothing]
I've loved. And I've lost. And I hate. Somehow, I will always hate Mugendie. Sometimes just the thought of him had made flesh crawl, and stomach turn. Sometimes, it still does. Not the way he looks, per say, but the way he… is. His aura. His being. I think… the line between love and hate gets blurred by obsession.
I'm obsessed with hating him. Without Mugendie, there is no Pyxoliperi. I just do not exist. I have no purpose.
[I am a bonfire
I am a vampire
I'm waiting for my moment]
I'm obsessed with him.
[You come on like a drug
I just can't get enough
I'm like an addict coming at you for a little mor