Its a sickness

A strange dark madness haunts my soul. Addictions eat away at my brain and body. Flashbacks hurt me, everything I see wants to destroy me.

Errie flashing eyes stare at me, boring in thorugh my skin, looking at my insides. Phantoms follow me, I hear their footsteps and whispers. I want to pour out my soul, cleanse it from the dark swirling cloud.

Tears stream down my face in my mind, but its never a reality. Flames swallow my soul, dark objects haunt my thoughts. Things to worship?

I think not. Bottled up inside are things unimaginable to others. Peer into my physice, laugh at my fears, fear my dark thoughts, smile as I draw the courage to push the blade down when I drag it across my skin.

Lick the blood from the floor, red, red blood. Here I sit, in my room, carefully I rock rhythmically, My hands shake as the visions come. So many to choose, Only one will do the job right.

Inhale the smoke through your nose, let it pass through your mouth. Razors litter the floor as you draw blood, drinking from the wound like water. Stealthly, sliently, crawl across the floor, the longer I wait, the longer I feed.

Widened eyes watch in horror at the site before them. Suddenly a flash of light and there is no more. They turn their back for an instant and there you are.

Snerring, snarling, I long to bleed. Will you bleed too? Will you bleed for me?

Seemingly sweet and angelic, the next second, demonic and hellish. Smile sweetly, grin insanely. Scream for me…I’ve cut off the sound.

Can you feel? Can you bleed? I want to shed the skin, feel the bare nerve twitch benethe my fingertips.

You sick fuck! I shake my head like a dog wanting to throw the demons out. Fuck them all!

2 comments ↓

#1 Shadow_Born on 10.12.01 at Oct 12, 01 | 5:14 pm

You captured the emotion very well–I’m no stranger to violent impulses.

#2 MysticalDeath on 10.14.01 at Oct 14, 01 | 5:24 am

It kept me on edge. I really got into the story. As a matter of fact, it brings back many memories. I used to do the same thing. Now I’m just hiding inside, I won’t let my feelings show. It hurts much more that way, if you’re looking for pain. Are there any others that you have written? If so, is it possible for you to send them to me?