a friend of mine used to call me the soulless . he once told me he can practically taste a soul whether it was twisted ,rotten or chosen by that fucker upstairs. no one ever believed I had a demon as a friend then again no one ever looked at me like I was human and never really felt human. I have had some pretty unnatural experiences with this world ever since I was able to remember. my first experience with this shit was at seven,church just let their flock out and I was a across the street waiting for a undecided fallen angel and just as they started crossing the street six of the flock members get run down by an escaped satanic serial killer. and as he passes by he looks me dead in the eyes and hollers out “For the soulless!!!” . my friend used to say there was probably offerings made in your honor a human born soulless is like a astranded angel on earth rare and full of pure impurities .
© Rexican