The Beast Has Its Prey

Now that I've had a taste of you...
I just want to ravage you over and over and over again. Until you can't take any more and cry out in ecstacy.

My Dying Bride

Sear Me MCMXCIII

Pour yourself into me, our time approaches
so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an
adorer? We dance and the music dies. We
carry them all away, as we glide through
their lost eyes. You lift me above myself,
with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arise
from your slumber in my arms. Your beauty
took the strength from me. In the meadows
of heaven, we run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes. We are without
excuse. We burn in our lust. We die in our
eyes and drown in our arms.

My Dying Bride

For You

I will be here for you
All I want is you
When I see your face
All the Angels are shamed

Lay with me beauty
Feel me close to you
Take my hand to you
Touch you softly. Your warm skin

Cover me with you
Over me under you
Pull me in to you
As one we lay entwined

All I ever wanted
I have, I need never wish again
You are heaven sent

No one ever really does it back

"Nay, Neko. You're not the fool. Unimportant, unappreciated, tossed-aside... I know all too well myself how awful that feels. Sounds like you absolutely sincerely care about your friends."

I never understand how people can just brush aside something meaningful and heartfelt, like it's some sort of inconvenience. And when called on it, respond with a half-assed grammatically-deficient text.

Do we have ourselves to blame? Is there something wrong with us? Though maybe screaming on the inside in opposition to this, there's always an underlying doubt and self-questioning remaining. After all, I know I would jump at the chance of someone doing something special for me. Though like you say, no one ever really does it back...

The Beast will have to wait.

The Crimson Lady has come again, holding the Beast at bay.

Not the best timing, but then again there's never a welcome time.

Soon though. Very soon, it will be unleashed again.

So what the fuck am I good for?

Lately, it seems like I can't fuckin' talk to anybody.

Anything I say gets brushed aside like I'm some sort of ear-polluting plague which Darwinism should have wiped out at least a couple decades ago? I know it's excruciating to bring myself to say anything sometimes, but am I that fucking hard to talk to, really? Why the fuck do I even open my mouth to speak sometimes. Yeah, I know I'm attractive in some ways, but what the hell does that matter. Any effort I make, is never good enough.

Am I destined to go through the rest of my life feeling utterly, despairingly alone?

The few people I do care about seem to slip through my fingers as grains of sand through time. And when I desperately try to hold on, it slips ever faster and further away.

Hey, if you wanna push me away that badly, fine.

You fucking heartless bastards.

Testing Testicles

I love the cock. I'm all about the cock.

Please bear with me my lovelies, while I set this thing up...