It’s the tears that drip from my expressionless eye, The mere thought – the eternal wish to die, That chains me to hell’s walls with my bloodied blade, And nothing to do but what the devil bade, Rake it across, my little puppet, make it bleed, Show me your savage want, your morbid need, Tell… Continue reading Hell’s Walls
Author: TheFirstPlague
I don't think anyone actually reads these. But in case someone happens to stumble across mine, I suppose there should be something to greet them. I live in a small town in New England that no one has heard of. I have four sisters, and three of them have needed a therapist at one point or another (I see mine every wednesday). I hate my parents with a seething rage that usually knocks me into oblivion. This hatred being composed of resentment, miscommunications, and what all hate stems from - fear. Although I have many friends, I wouldn't consider myself popular by any stretch of the imagination. I enjoy reading and writing, and I have a wide range of interests. I don't usually give away my e-mail or screen name on the internet, but from what I've read here, you people are all as tortured as I am... If any one actually cares, my username refers to the Exodus - the Ten Plagues Moses uses to free the Hebrews from Egypt. The first one turned the water to blood.
Stories I've Posted Here:
Rape Me
Cutting
Hell's Walls
Cutting
I had to do it. No other choice. The suffering got too bad again. My vision twists and then rights itself. As I pull open the deskdrawer, my mouth opens slightly. I breathe in. The razor is cold in my hand, and my arm tingles as I place it next to the skin. It hovers… Continue reading Cutting
Rape Me
Raging hormones. Yes, that was what it was that prompted me to call him. Let’s just say self control isn’t my cup of tea. I’m impulsive, impacient, and lonely. I knew he wanted me. He’d said so himself. And when I went, I had already gone over the ‘no sex’ policy with him more than… Continue reading Rape Me