Another

The elastic of your flesh,
All sinew and rose,
Bending and flowing inside of you,
Something I love to watch,
The lithe, Shark-like motions,
The danger of your flesh,
Is not something my eyes miss,
The way your body writhes,
I do miss, once you are out of sight

A lovely bit of loathing for the night

I'm going to slice.. and feel my long cliched breaking of skin.


Goodnight my audience.

I throughly enjoy...

the way the sides of my nose have been rubbed so raw that the skin peels off...

It reminds me of cutting, and how I'd just open my skin, and that I'd never bleed, and how good it felt to be sliced open like that.


I'm startin to think I'm a little sick