Another Morbid thought.
Haven't had one of these since just after starting this journal.
Another day another time. I sit lazily in my throne. Looking, watching you all and your actions, hearing your words, feeling your thoughts, only to be even more infuriated. I love my thoughts of your demise, all of you. The whims of death casting a glance upon you; playing with your life as if it was a harp, thrumming its strings making beautiful music and popping the strings till the last one snaps. My imagine runs wild seeing the blood spatter in my mind, your emotional bones cracking, breaking and shattering as the hammer of fate and reality falls down upon you.
Sitting in my throne hating how all of you are, wishing for you to just shut up and leave that false reality. My plastic smile is for all of you but deep down I hope with malice. A malice so dark that it could scare myself. I am happy for you to an extent but when I return to my throne and watch I become angry and boil over in a recess of hatred. I want to play you intrument and make you last string of life fall. I want the blood to fan out from the floor. Then I want to see the rest the untouched physical being as a shell sitting on the floor holding itself so tight. Facing the reality facing the cold and leaving that comfort zone because it is no more. I smile and wish it gets better for you but my smile is just for the satisfaction of seeing your mangled blood caked body writhing on the floor.
ninja Momo stare
 Momosai · Sat May 21, 2005 @ 05:03am · 0 Comments |
