Speechless, and entrapped. I'm all but enthralled to be part of this masquerade.
I like the pain that a beating brings.
I taste the blood as it drips from my battered face.
So delicate. The flesh tears.
Place your fears and hatred with me, allow me to feel them with you.
The pain that my life brings is no longer sufficient to feed my indulgences.
There must be something to provide the pain.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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