He should have been tortured... he got of light.
Anyways here is a small update!
From the Dark
One orgasmic scream after the other… and once it is done always the same question… why?
Why are you doing this!? Why!?
To tell the truth I really don’t know the answer… never really thought of it that deeply. It cant be bloodlust since I never had a fetish or obsession for it… and it cant be anger since I never had a reason or the time to get angry with them… but I guess I do know why.
It has always been there and I have always known… I have felt it time and time again. I breathe it, I bathe in it, I live in it… HATE.
The hate that devours me is not that of a mortal. Mortals posses a fiery, infernal hatred that burns within them in the coldest of winters. Mine is so much more wretched and relentless. Like an artic wind that plagues a land for eternity were no man or creature can live, like sinking into the darkest pit of a cruel ocean without being able to breathe nor die, like being buried alive yet not joining the dead… so all you can feel is hate for the living… hate for the dead… hate for the moon… hate for the sun… hate for existence… hate for hate.
And it is because of that crown of virulence hatred placed on my head that I enjoy making you scream in agony and bleed in despair. That is why I take your life and throw you into the complete darkness that governs me. That is why I smile when all else frowns… that is why!
This post has been edited by Mazelure: Mar 14 2007, 04:41 AM
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