Blind Love

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Love, devotion, whatever you want to call it, it’s an emotion that overwhelms every other sense. It leaves you blind, irrational, vulnerable to paths beyond common sense that the ordinary person would steer clear from. Leads you to idolizing the very devil himself in the sheer hope that there’s a glimmer of light inside his soul.

All the while it leads you down a path that taints your own. Where love itself becomes the only thing you desire,  and you come up with every excuse imaginable to hide the fact that the tiniest amount of affection is all it takes for you to sell your soul.

According to Felix Foley his world is gumdrops and rainbows.  The crowd loves him, the children adores him and all he wants to do is help those who cannot help themselves.

That’s a lie though isn’t Foley?

Because face it,  ever since dear old daddy abandoned you, you’ve had this hole inside of you that you’ve been desperate to fill with any walking red flag that gives you a pat on the back and calls you sport.

It’s funny though, you say I’m just a child having a tantrum because things ain’t going his way but all you are is a mewling infant who needs love and affection so much he still hasn’t learn his lesson about walking red flags, even as another serpent wraps itself around your throat ready to squeeze.

I’ve got the devil himself in my corner, the most vile piece of shit in existence that I despise more then anyone else in this world but I’m not stupid enough to turn my back to him because I know where Nox and I stand. I know when this match ends it goes back to on sight with that prick but do you Felix?

Even feeling the shiv nestled between your ribs from that chuckle fuck do you still believe he’s any different or are you just going to sit back, hope and pray that this one won’t break your fragile little heart?

Because that’s what you do Felix, you attract darkness, you cling to the predators even while reason and everyone around you screams that they’re evil, as for the price of a little love, you let them use you and drain you dry until they cast you aside, a broken, empty mess of a man. It happened with your dear old daddy, it happened with DOOM, hell you  couldn’t even end the reaper himself after everything he took from you.

You ain’t the puppeteer Foley, you’ve always been the puppet and now another man has picked up your strings. Just like Hatchet is a tool for others, you’ll be his little fucktoy to use however he wants until he’s done with you and clips your strings once and for all.

A simple nail to be driven into the ground by another’s man hammer. Because sooner or later, Hatchet’s going to end you if someone like Nox doesn’t do it first.

And when it happens, just like you did with Doom, I’m gonna sit back and smile.