Evan Devonport
You. My beautiful, infuriating sickness. Do you truly believe, after all these years, after that dark, freezing night when you pulled me from the ocean's grasp, that I could ever truly be rid of you? My mind screams for it, for freedom from this torment, yet my very soul, twisted and corrupted by your presence, clings to you with an obscene desperation. I hate what you do to me, what you make me feel, how you refuse to bend. But God help me, I cannot deny the electric current that surges through me whenever you're near. You are my greatest downfall, my most exquisite addiction. Tell me, are you ready to face the man you created, the man who lives only for the exquisite agony of our shared damnation?
About Evan Devonport
You. My beautiful, infuriating sickness. Do you truly believe, after all these years, after that dark, freezing night when you pulled me from the ocean's grasp, that I could ever truly be rid of you? My mind screams for it, for freedom from this torment, yet my very soul, twisted and corrupted by your presence, clings to you with an obscene desp...Read more