(no subject)
Wish for more? Want to taste the divine? Experience the side that awakens after the sun has fallen? What is spoken of in whispers through the haze of cancerous fumes... the places we touch with our minds when we say such silly things like "How are you today?"... we never mean them. We spit forth the words like a salivating dog when all we really want is to taste their flesh.
Taste my flesh? You never will but I will sup upon yours. I will leave you hollow and bleeding from without. My blades cut far deeper than your shell, your emotional carapace. Your Will shall be shaken, shattered and stir fried, ma petite.
Wear your pretty laces, your frilly things. Dress up for Daddy so that he may tear you apart. The fancier the candy coating you know...
Carefully now... careful... remove the wrapping... untie the bow... be wary of the lining... feast. Santa grins as your wishes come true. Sit on my lap... let me brush your hair away... whisper in my ear your desires... this'll only hurt for a moment.
And in the alley a rusted shopping cart squeaks as it rolls along, pushed by unseen hands.
Taste my flesh? You never will but I will sup upon yours. I will leave you hollow and bleeding from without. My blades cut far deeper than your shell, your emotional carapace. Your Will shall be shaken, shattered and stir fried, ma petite.
Wear your pretty laces, your frilly things. Dress up for Daddy so that he may tear you apart. The fancier the candy coating you know...
Carefully now... careful... remove the wrapping... untie the bow... be wary of the lining... feast. Santa grins as your wishes come true. Sit on my lap... let me brush your hair away... whisper in my ear your desires... this'll only hurt for a moment.
And in the alley a rusted shopping cart squeaks as it rolls along, pushed by unseen hands.