In the arms of the enemy.
I despize myself. Such filth shouldn't exist. But then again it is the 21st century. Nothing is pure anymore.
People... Things set limits to test their abilities, to see how far they can push themselves. I set limits to stop myself, to hold myself back.
I say things, tell myself not do those things. Bad things. But after awhile I do it anyway. I'm such a hypocrite. Lying to others and let them believe I'm some great, innocent person. Without thoughts of death, lust, and anger. Smiling to their faces to make them shut up about their beliefs.
Bad things, really. Terrible disgusting things. Things I like to do to other people. Things I enjoy doing to myself. Pouring blood from their flesh just to taste their fears. Making them cry just to flavor their disgust. Bleeding myself to see if I'm really like one of them. To see if my blood is the same color. It's funny how such a horrible monster still bleeds red like a fragile child.
Ugly things. These thoughts in my head. Tasting flesh is a habit now. I told myself to not do it. To hold it in. So of course I do it.
Disgusting habits. A simple paper cut or a nosebleed will even set me off now. Anything to just taste it. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G...
Horrible s**t. I hate collars. But I wear them anyway. Egging on the torment, to make them drag me along the cement. Just a taste. Cages and bounds. I despize them. They capitvate me. But I find myself chained up behind bars. Because I love it. Just one more...
Embarrassing requests. Want me to beg? Hell no. But I do it anyway. For a lick of blood. Rollover? Sit up? Bark? What? You want me to stop being something I'm pretending to be? Impossible. Because there's nothing to stop. You say you want me to jump out my window? First or second story?
My throat is dry from screaming, eyes burning with no more tears. You want me to cry some more? I can't. Scream? I ran out. How's about a trade? Your blood for something of mine. Anything to have more.
In the arms of the enemy. I despize myself. Such filth shouldn't exist. But then again it is the 21st century and nothing is pure anymore.
 SikFox · Mon Jun 05, 2006 @ 11:04pm · 0 Comments |
