winodork666

Just writing, I need that juice, the energy that only can be gotten from others misery. Well not quite, but its worth a shot.
If a tired brain could seem to ever mind what the body wanted to say. I think that only then could I truly understand what I really am. This fixation with death , where does that come from. It seems to never die, never stop, and never fade.
Is it simply that a twisted mind is but the creation of this thing. This thing that grows, obsesses. It is not you are a killer in your own right, it is simply that things just seem to die around me.