Handsome Devil

...listen. Listen..  He is close. He can smell the fear seeping from the condensation in your every pore. He feeds off of it. He Loves it. It is what he claims for his own. He's taken his own life? He's taken his life. Back. Taken. Falling into a neverending pit of puss covered tentacles with razor sharp fangs chewing viciously at jagged mounds of bone and flesh the remains of what once were His teeth. Raw open wounds sealed with salt and twine. Stitched together to hold the tongue that tells all tales. A Rabid Infestation of all that is Evil.
*opens eyes**

He looks at the handsome Devil before Him. And wonders what damage will be done today. The mirror image is of a Handsome youth with goals and expectations. Reality, is before him stands a repulsive elderly man whom has defecated and now has a pale yellow puss oozing from an empty eyesocket filled with maggots that see the sights and smell the aroma of mass open graves decomposing in the desert sun while hale falls and shatters bone until the last breath is taken-

*opens eyes**
He smiles. An uneasy smile that Kills Angels. He looks at the Handsome Devil before him, and imagines all the damage that will be done today.©
Written By:
       Steven Coverdale