Waiting for public transport to commence..

Is painfully fucking slow.

Role Reversal.

A single light bulb hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. It's dim white cast a circle of light a meter wide across her snowy skin, grey floor and battered chair. Snowy skin that perfectly contrasted against the rough black rope that bound her wrists behind the chair. If she ever gets out of here, they're going to know it was me. Her thighs were held open by thicker rope binding her ankles to the front legs of the chair, exposing her pale, shaven cunt. I gazed at her blindfolded eyes and stroked her long black hair. She whimpered and shook, fearing what her master had in store for her. The chair rattled and groaned as she began to sob.

" No! No.. please master.. don't hurt me again! I'm begging you! Please! Master!"

I gave her a swift slap to the face, feeling the moister of her tears against my fingers.

" Shhh dear, the fun is yet to begin! Don't wear yourself out."

I bent my head to better examine the scars covering her thighs. The scars I dealt her during the years of abuse. I stroked them tenderly and reached into my deep pocket with the other. It was almost as though she had a sixth sense, as soon as the silvery, curved knife left my pocket her shaking increased in intensity and her feeble attempts to break free became dramatically frantic. Oh yes, she knew what was coming, this nightly ritual of repetition. Of blade and flesh. Of blood and home made stitches. I rested the edge of the blade lightly against her thigh, ready to drag it across one last time before I disposed of her once and for all....

Greatest dream I ever had.

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My ghost is lonely

All caught up in fright

Drink from the bottle

Whos whoredom has stuttered

Blood, bone and semen

All caught up in this ocean

Live wired dreams working in the real

Masks, smoke and mirrors

Begging to begin

Their trickery and longing

To debunk the plan

I knew it from the end

Inner demons fighting

To keep the devil at bay

But surely this is merely

A copy of a copy

A silly hex

Another day is red nothing

Rolling into the next

Bubble, Pull, Choke.

The trees wither and rot

A baby is born into a river of snot

Swine flu and congealing blood

Soon the cities will all flood

People mill around for hours and hours

They don't know of my hidden powers

I darken my heart and blacken my soul

As I direct a car into a metal pole

The metal screeches and wheels turn

I laugh manically as the family burns

I rise into the sky and let out a squeal

I dive into a hooker and cop a feel

She screams, she cries, she runs

But it's too late, I've got a gun

The safety clicks

The bitch shits bricks

I shoot her in the cunt

And stub out my blunt

Without a second thought

I continue to walk

Along a dark street sprayed with pale

I steal a boat

By cutting some cunts throat

Then proceed to set sail

Super Mega Bong Time.

You know when you feel like you're floating and the room is spinning?

n_______n

I love this.

Stab Wound Orgasm.

The flowers are forever sodden

The heart forever stained

The blade is never sharp enough

To over ride the pain

From autumn days

To winter clouds so grey

For this spark of hope

I would have to fucking pay

There is a price

Of high ideals and looking nice

I hope you choke you fucking cunt

You will never possess anything that I want

Feeling ill, living in dirt

Stumbling through a concrete hell

Time spent protected from the hurt

Just keeps me from getting well

False emotions inside hollow heads

Remind me of dead flowers in a garden bed

It's a story told over

A life wasted is a life spent sober

The mirror is shattered

The illusion is broken

The kiss is meaningless

No truth is ever spoken