sadomasochism why me?
Heart pounds,
afraid,
sincere,
shes burning you now,
but this time its for real,
the ash is in your veins,
the smoke of yourself fills your lungs,
it tastes,
it hurts,
cant cry,
the pain moves on,
abdomen,
sternum,
throat,
no air,
so hot,
so warm,
fresh,
tell me WHY!
i enjoy this,
i need this,
i want,
i want,
i want,
pain,
punish me.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
She twists and she turns,
know that it burns,
but all you feel is hot,
stings and scrapes,
it never takes,
more than you can bare,
weeping gyrations,
they drive,
imply,
safety,
were past that arent we dear,
its all worth it,
this,
this,
is the only way,
so close,
just a little more,
one more cut,
one more scream,
one more bite,
one more tear,
so near,
now,
cum,
K so thats the only way to describe it for me. i know my musings are to poetry as a belt sander are to brain surgery but im tryin here. So how the fuck does someone come to like this? I know when i was little i didnt enjoy getting spanked or any shit like that but what the fuck starts this? huh? as if things werent wierd enough but whatever, better just except it huh. dont guess there are any 12 step groups for guys who like to be burned with cigarettes or whipping people in s&m gear? hmmm whatever ill just roll with it. In other news got an idea rollin around in the ol noggin atm im thinking of composing a letter to Colin powell. Begging him to run in the next presidential election, i mean that guy is so fucking what america needs right now, he wouldnt fuck the economy and he has a keen military intellect, strategy at home and a willingness to fight anyways im hopin for some support if people would send in there letters and or signatures to him as well with enough people taking time to say hey pls help america he might do it. send me replies on this at hornesmurf@hotmail.com.
afraid,
sincere,
shes burning you now,
but this time its for real,
the ash is in your veins,
the smoke of yourself fills your lungs,
it tastes,
it hurts,
cant cry,
the pain moves on,
abdomen,
sternum,
throat,
no air,
so hot,
so warm,
fresh,
tell me WHY!
i enjoy this,
i need this,
i want,
i want,
i want,
pain,
punish me.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\\/\/\/\//\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
She twists and she turns,
know that it burns,
but all you feel is hot,
stings and scrapes,
it never takes,
more than you can bare,
weeping gyrations,
they drive,
imply,
safety,
were past that arent we dear,
its all worth it,
this,
this,
is the only way,
so close,
just a little more,
one more cut,
one more scream,
one more bite,
one more tear,
so near,
now,
cum,
K so thats the only way to describe it for me. i know my musings are to poetry as a belt sander are to brain surgery but im tryin here. So how the fuck does someone come to like this? I know when i was little i didnt enjoy getting spanked or any shit like that but what the fuck starts this? huh? as if things werent wierd enough but whatever, better just except it huh. dont guess there are any 12 step groups for guys who like to be burned with cigarettes or whipping people in s&m gear? hmmm whatever ill just roll with it. In other news got an idea rollin around in the ol noggin atm im thinking of composing a letter to Colin powell. Begging him to run in the next presidential election, i mean that guy is so fucking what america needs right now, he wouldnt fuck the economy and he has a keen military intellect, strategy at home and a willingness to fight anyways im hopin for some support if people would send in there letters and or signatures to him as well with enough people taking time to say hey pls help america he might do it. send me replies on this at hornesmurf@hotmail.com.