FUCKING VIOLNECE!

I feel the need in my soul screaming for me to let go. I want the pain, I want the hurt. Give me the fucking pain! Strip me, slap me, beat me, use me as your fucking meat. Yes I know what I ask for. Yes I know what you think. What you think is a fright to me, Hiddin away in your little homes, afraid to come out and give all that you have, afraid to let go and be the beast that you know is beating on your soul to be let lose. I want to feel the blood of my body flow freely and coat my flesh like an oiled up heated lover. I want you tp thrust into my darkest places and make me wail into the night. FUCK YOU all who call me sick for the thought you know you have as well. You are like a child, clumsy and inept. I have grown into something more then I ever thought I could. Now Fucking do it, Make me scream in the wilds of passions. Make my body writhe under hand, knife, and whip. The beast within me waits to be uncovered and used like the animal it is! FUCK ME, FUCK YOU, FUCK US!!

Sickend Way

Take what you will. My body is your playground. Take the evil that is you, out on my soft flesh. Watch my body writhe under your sick touch. My cock slick with your maddened juice. My world crumbles alittle more with every slice of humiliation that spews from your cancered throat. You stand me, parade me infront of your sex sickened minion. Laugher errupts and fills my crimson ears. No defence, no way to fight the urge of wacked sobbing fro my soul. My body is bent and twisted to your fucking. My cock dripping with heated white lust as i feel the animals, the beasts over take my openings with meat, and sexuale hate. I can not resit every last pain that quivers my body. Rippleing, dripping, bloodyed flesh turning mine to an oozing mass of fuck liquid. I am your every want. I am your humiliation. Nothing feels so right then the sickened beast thats wrought upon me from you.

Locked Away Shadowed Prison

Locked away in the deep down hurt that is my soul. I see the shadows dance around me. I feel the eyes of my demons on me. I beg to be set free of this prison of pain that the shadows lust over. I beg for my bodys release from its steel bonds. My rists bleed from my struggleing and writhing. My crying seems not to matter to the shadows who use me as an empty shell. My body is the temple they see fit to use and abuse, force me into the pleasure I fear so much. Why is pain my pleasure, how is it the shadows always know how to make me scream is agonizeing pain that only makes the shadows lust harder. What is the meaning of all of it. Why is the ludeness of what they force me to do so brilliantly delicious to my wracked, pained, bloody, flesh. Is this all there is for me?

Then May It Never End.

Liveing Pain

Rip me, Fuck me, Beat me down till I have nothing left. Pin me down, Laugh and use me like the whore You want me to be. Fill me with Your hardened lust. Rape my soul, Make me beg it again. Force me to love every last moment of my pain. Stroke me, Pump me, Make me scream as I spill my seed to the floor against my will. Let your beast tear into my body, Claw me, Make me bleed.

Ohhh how I dream of the twisted and demented. My nightmares are my wet dreams. Give me all that you have and more. Cut me, slap me, Can't you see I want this, Can't you see the sickness that fills my mind.



Do It. Do It now. I need all that you have, I am your liveing pain.

In The Darkness

In the darkness you have no secrets. In the darkness every fear you have ever had comes back to haunt you. In the darkness every sexuale urge you have ever felt, forces you to drip your lust all apon the floor. In the darkness your fear controles your every last thought. You lose what ever defence you had up to keep yourself sane. In the darkness after a wile, you lose your fear, You lose your inhibitions, you will learn more about yourself then you ever will in the light. You will find pain is pleasure, sadness is a soft high, the law of nature no longer aplies to you. Your body is now yours to do with as you please. Scream out as you split yourself in the heat of your passions. You can grab, rip, tear at your self and let the blood flow to your feet. Spit, Hiss, Cut, Mame yourself. Rape your own mind in and out. Yell at the top of your lungs the things you have always wanted to say. In the drakness your mind is your whore, use it, beat it, rape it.