Mirror of Retribution...

You can never defeat me.
For you think too small
And my mind is as vast as the Universe
Ever growing.
You believe you have already won
Which is why you have already lost...
I am the product of all the negativity that has ever been unleashed on me...
All the evil.
All the lies.
All the jealousy.
All the misunderstandings...
All the pain.
All the ridicule.
All the Hate...
Turned into a Force so massive
That it cannot be described, only named.
Mathmeticians call in Infinity.
And believers call it God.
A Force so uncontrollable
That any and all natural disasters pale in comparrison...
A Force so destructive
That one single tear can bring forth your own personal Arrmageddon...

Beware, all those seek to destroy me...
For I am a Mirror of Retribution...

Time...

Time.
Immeasurable.
Infinite.
Yet strickly regulated as we have control.
If only we did...
And those who have some semblance of "power" over it
Abuse it.
Penalize you when your allotted space in "thier" time isn't being used down to the last minute. Wasting the very time they believe they are saving...
What will become of us who are under thier jurisdiction...?
Only time will tell...

unrest

chaos
flashes of strange lights
unfamiliar sounds
screams of terror
flashes of blood splatters
ear-piercing choruses of pulse-freezing death...

Empty Absolute Vanilla bottle ...

Brother Bear???

don't fall asleep drinking during a horror marathon

Blood Will Boil...

Blood can boil
With the proper heat
The heat I feel when we're alone
Thinking
Talking
The short but sweet kisses we've shared
Blood will boil
Blood will boil inside us both
With lust
And disdain for the mindless sheep of the world
With dark happiness from finding another Leader
Another Chosen
Each other...
Blood will boil
Blood will boil...
very soon...

Anticipation...

Shaking with anticipation

I think of you...

Fighting the urge to relieve the tension myself

For I wish to save this lust for you

Have you aid in my release in your own special ways

And I, you

But th pressure is building

Throbbing

I'm so tense I could pop

Burst

My body fighting against itself

Trying not to grind my teeth

Or my crotch against my desk

Or hands

Reminding myself that my resiliance will be greatly rewarded

If I hold back the explosion

And allow you to open yourself to me

And be the screaming recipient

Of the estaciatic fluids boiling from my hot springs of passion...

I Can't Wait...

to see you.

touch you.

hear you and talk to you.

hold
you.

kiss you.

carress you and enter you.

make you
smile. make you laugh.

make you wet. make you scream.
make you question decisions.

make you act out your
dreams.

make you enjoy ever minute youre with me.

make
you overflow with ecstacy, blending fantasy with reality...

Immorality...

Why are we so intrigued by that which we can't have?

Don't have?

Shouldn't have?

Things which we know are dangerous?

Even dealdly...?

We see past the bells and whistles...

The pretty exterior (and how pretty, so very pretty, it is...)

It's inticing ways (looks, sounds, scents, touch...)

We know that however sweet the taste may be...it's still a leathal as the most potent poison...

The most powerful firearm...

The most caustic acid...

And still we drink...

Too engrossed by the ecstacy of the flower to notice...

That it's slowly destroying us from within...