I still like that fucking boy.
That fucking abject deuce.
The sinner masquerading behind a pleasant facade`.
The thief flashing a charming smile before robbing you fucking blind.
Looking at the blood caked on his hands and claiming its just soot or mud.
Smiling.
The wolf in sheep's clothing.
The conniving and cunning Machiavellian anti-hero.
Whom I adore.