Wicked Desire

Ever wondered what it’s like to be the son of a notorious serial killer...well, it feels dirty.F*cking filthy; like dropped in pig sh*t, rolled over and over in it.You try to wash it off, it won’t budge.Not the physical sh*t but the stench.The sh*t you all say about me.Immoral, defensive, lonely, troubled, misunderstood, insane and crazy. So damned crazy.Damaged Goods.♠♠♠I never used to have order in my life.It was chaos and then one day, it all went quiet.Silent as ever.You wanted me to be like him.The inside matches the outside. There’s nothing there.All Blank. This is what you wanted.I am a Garcia; I bow to no one.♠♠♠You’ve all turned me into the perfect weapon.This is how I’m going to take the world by storm.No one will stop me.