I'm a monster.
i broke like a toy
fell into a lonely void
i lived for destruction
as the only definite ability i hone
i am not meant to create
i am not meant for love
i am not meant for companionship
i am meant to be a destructive force
put to death without blame
batter with iron on St Catherine's wheel
tear the flesh! with steel sharply rend.
crush bones with fanatical zeal
neither stitches to close wounds or bandages to mend
open the shutters to the soul
rip down dark tattered veil
that would earn me the death penalty. If you bother to go through my experiences, it's listed. I'm not going to apologise for having this side of me. It's an inherent part of human nature and I've just so happened to have embraced this part of me. The only thing separating me...
I have been thinking. Before I met anyone, I was quite broken honestly. I was sooo cold. So distant. I was aware of who I was and I did feel much pain still. But often, I dident really feel anything. Someone told me something once that I think is quite true. "You feel so little...
If I let it out then it tends to hurt those who are closest to me and in turn that drags me down into the dark hole of depression. When my dark side come out I am not longer a nice person and I am no longer in control.
You need to control your thoughts and make sure that they can't get out.
I'm not in the habit of expressing my real feelings to anyone. I know that my sharp tongue can make people cry.
My younger self's probably proud of it & won't apologize for being brutally frank. I know...
for the first time or people that know me few months anyway by looking at my picture by seen my personality u never think I had a dark side >:)
I've done things I'm not proud of some things I've done was the wrong thing for the right reason like my days as a con-artist I know...
I love to write stories were I kill all the people and in the end I die, I don't know why I'm like this.
This morning I was in school, and all of a sudden I started crying I couldn't stop myself.
I need a psychologist. :(
There is a battle within me. On the surface I'm a happy homemaker, bubbly, smile on my face, milk and cookies kind of gal. I'm team mom for many of the sports teams my sons are on, I volunteer in the school, I teach a Sunday School Class. Yet beneath my surface lies this other...
and think of all those I've come across and remembered the annoyance they've caused me.
All of them. One by one I think to myself that they should just...die. Die. A slow and painful death. For being a complete nuisance. The lowest of species.
It's sad when you can count on...
to me has been relentlessly tapping her foot for the last five hours. One might venture to wonder if she was politely asked to stop, and she has been on multiple occasions. But this, individual, does not seem to possess the understanding or compassion that most people inherently...
I don't actually have a lot of experience with my "dark side." What I know is that it's an instinctive side of me that only surfaces when angered. I don't "manipulate" people or "scare" or any of that B.S. people claim they do with their "dark side." In fact, I'm pretty bad at...
... or maybe we dont really wanna show.. There is nothing wrong in having a dark side.. Its a space created by your mind, where u can think whateva u want without external pressure... That space where you know the reality of the world irrespective of how ignorant u act around...
that I can't get out of my head no matter what.
What would it be like to be owned and have a collar?
Some people see a collar as marriage, equal to a ring, and others see it as just simply ownership. I've always thought of the marriage side though but it is very intriguing.
A zephyr of dread touching faces,
Shadows dancing to the symphony of death,
The monster stirring from deep slumber,
Hungry and brimming with vengeance,
Deception and trickery it's cloak,
Devoid of emotion but intentions hidden,
A scorching path of destruction and consumption...
but the dark side comes from me being a perfect daughter who sings in the choir and doesn't ever do anything wrong but im more naturally dark then light. It's a facade that I do take pleasure from ironically. What's everyone else's secret dark side? What do you want people to...
I've only dated and been sexually active with white guys in my life. Why do black girls do that? I never understood why I lean toward white men and kind of discard men of my own kind. It's not that they're less attractive I would love a black man, but it just never occurred...
There are things about me that no one knows about. There's a website that I visit religiously. It's packed with photos and videos of gruesome crime scenes, suicides, murders, and much more. I love that site. Most people would be shocked to know this about me. There's plenty more...
chain dog collar. She says "I can't use this. I was going to try to use it to hang something up but it's too thick and it doesn't look good. Can you use it for anything?"
I look at it, think about how I can use it and reply ".......... Yeah." And I can't really hide the...
him his own light. Once one has experienced a few times what it is like to stand judgingly between the opposites, one begins to understand what is meant by the self. Anyone who perceives his shadow and his light simultaneously sees himself from two sides and thus gets in the...
blades and dust
Have you battled the indeniable pulls of lust
Has screams pierced your mind where only insanity remains
Our would you prefer for the demons to play
Come, lets play in my realm
I promise you its more tortureous in Hell
Sazzio: yes mistress. Mistress: *Whips a naked Sazzio* I didn't hear you! Sazzio: I shall obey you Mistress. Now lick my feet. Harder! Faster! Sazzio: yes mistress. Mistress sits on face and strokes away, teasing, saying how small it is. She finishes off with footjob.
had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviewing, and testing were done, there were three candidates. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your...