i am home

20 Oct 2008

·bathory

i feel the blade in my hand, the cold steel razor that cuts my violated flesh piain rushes through me in a wave of dark erotic plesure. Again i feel the cold bloodied razor sinking silkily through my once virgin flesh purity removed,innocence erased i shiver as i remember how herevelled in his violent pleasure stealing my irriplaceable sanity. i smile at the slashed flesh watching the beautiful crimson flow knowing this is the way to clense my tainted soul. i fill with ecstasy as i make the cuts that will end it all the tourment of sleepless nights the guilt and doubt thinking this was all my fault silent darkness the deed is done i see the empty shell i once possesed laughing at his futile attempts to restore the life he stole from me i desend to the firery depths of hell and i realise i am safe untouchable, indistructable at last i am home.

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bathory

i am not be shakespere or tennyson but i like my style and hope you all do to.

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