soul stairway; checked into the mind. but only for manipulation. i want nothing from her. she will never forget me. especially since i placed her crown. deep into her head. piercing every nerve there is in her head. her heart. i threw it out the day i picked her up. up with all the other hearts. and the key she had. vanished. she will never see her world again. it may live inside of her. but she will never find a way to open it. without me. you may say…..i’m twisted. but. remember. i only did this so i could walk through her door. through her door. i come to find another person of her. bound. broken. abused. by me, or other men? maybe even women? but all i know is that she is what i’d call aprinting press. finger prints all on her body. whether by consent or not. sex or just…..domestic violence.