Copper

I smell of God. I battle the urge to stab everyone I come in contact with. Smiles get me through the day. A nice face covers an evil mind. A brain connected filter touches my lips. Most people embarrass the fact that I am human. I want red boots like Vincent Gallo. I hold to the past. The future scares me. When my supreme patience snaps, the wrath of God rains from above. I lie very well, yet I never lie when asked a direct question. I deal with stress by mutilating my face. I appear normal. People who truly listen learn a lot. I am forgotten easily.I have a power I am terrified to utilize. I toy with people. I must work on that. I losing contact with people I love. And this one time the devil came up to me,...