>_<Somebody please remind me to NEVER look through my writing unless I'm in the process of editing it.
*pulls a paper bag over her own head* I fail. -.-
RevengeMy violent urges flare up much more often than they used to because of her.Revenge
Sometimes, when she's around, I want to see how hard I'd have to bite down in order for her to bleed openly enough for it to be fatal, or what I'd have to use asphyxiate her - she's got a rather large neck, I doubt my delicate little fingers would do the job. Or how many times I'd have to sink a blade into any given spot on her body before she gave her last sputtering breath, or gasped some pathetic and final confession of undying love for me despite what I had done. I suspect the latter would occur, because that's just how she is, and I'd just laugh, bec
Who Is To Say You Are A Child?Here I am, simply laying in my bed.Who Is To Say You Are A Child?
I can hear the wind howling outside. I mean, I don’t hear it moving through open space ; I can hear it slipping between the branches of the old tree outside my window [that alone creates its own sound], causing it to tap up against the glass.
I know that I’m ‘too old’ to be afraid of such a simple noise. But it just adds to the strange atmosphere that previously existed in this room I reside in, causing my level of uneasiness to rise.
All of the lights are off. Even without illumination, the surface of the mirror at the foot of my bed gleams up at me. The door is close
I Lie Through My Teeth“…so…we’ll never be an us again?” She asks me, the most pitiful expression I’ve ever seen on her features. We’ve been over this thousands of times since the break-up, and she never seems to want to accept the truth, so I tell her what she wants to hear.I Lie Through My Teeth
“…we’ll see,” I say, turning away from her so she won’t be able to make eye contact. She thinks she can tell when I’m lying by the look in my eyes, and if that’s true, I don’t want her to see this look ; it would surely give me away and throw her into one of her damned fits of depression.
“Promise?” She says, eyes wide with some form of twisted hope although my answer
LullabyHer only lullaby is the sound of her own breathing. It’s not exactly melodious, but it is effective nevertheless.Lullaby
It’s soothing. It reminds her that she’s alive, that whatever ‘god’ hasn’t taken away her existence yet. For that she is grateful.
She focuses on her breathing and only her breathing when she’s in a hypnagogic state. Often times it’s the only thing that guides her across the bridge that separates consciousness from slumber. There must not be any sound other than her gentle exhales. There can’t be any movement other than the rising and falling of her chest. That’s the only way it works. &n
User FriendlyHello, my name is [insert name here]. Please feel free to use/abuse/lose me. I am here for your pleasure/needs/wants. I have no thoughts/hopes/dreams, So I will act as your personal slave. Please hurt me, Please be cold and distant. I want what you want, I’ll give you what you want/need/dream of, And need nothing in return. I am programmed to love, So please take advantage of that, Of me. Hello, my name is [insert name here]. Please feel free to use/abuse/lose me, Because I can beUser Friendly
Replaced.
Shame
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