In the Mirror

This is an adult write, so if you are under 18 please leave. Also it might be a little intense so read with caution it might trigger emotions

Looking at the glass what will I see, what is looking back at me?

Lines creeping as time marches on, silver showing for all to see

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Looking deeper what will I see there, eyes dark and hollow

The pitch and roll of life make a challenge for the horizon to follow

The sparkle and luster faded over time but not yet gone away

The thirst for adventure never quenched, the fiery need to play

Dreams danced and twisted, some lay gnarled and withered now

Time the friend and thief makes all things change somehow

The fog has crept over, steam had clouded the sight, yet here I am

Standing in the room seeing the suddenly exposed hand

Only in the mist can it be seen, a treasure to be revealed

Like a desire that only the right circumstance can be revealed

Fuck I can smell it, that sweet scent of fear excreted from every pore

Pushing till there is only the crumbling edge and nothing more

Yes, the sweet taste as I run my tongue along the spine savoring

The flesh rising in bumps as the heat of my breath become intoxicating

Pressing on as the growing need overrides the fear, a whimper

Lust has a way of making the raw desire become something simpler

Close you eyes and just feel, shiver from the chill of the steel

The rush of sliding the blade over flesh, the gasps and shudders

Blindfolded so sound and smell become heightened, even touch

A scrape, a ping, what is he doing? It is a mind fuck to do such

That primal growl in the ear, a nail sliding along the face slowly

Beg me my little fucking whore, my words drip with lusty honey

The world gone, just your body locked here with my attentions

Scream in need, yell in hunger, cry out in lust, be alive with intention

Scream foul if you dare, this is the edge of madness and desire

Letting it all go, there is only this moment to feel everything inspired

Ask for it, say what you need as helplessly the ropes hold you fast

Taste it on your tongue my fingers on your lip now pressed

Lashing the needing flesh with my tongue, cry in pleasure now

Release any pent-up reservations and let the feeling rush and flow

Real it back in, come back to earth and remember to breathe

Aching as the crash comes, falling like a comet into the reeds

Sweat flowing like a river off bodies, gasps for air slowing

The body relaxing as the world flows back, routine showing

The eyes looking back, the feeling it is all off track but still here

The fog lifting as the fan runs everything slowly becomes clear

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The face looking back showing a few years but still the same I knew

A deep breath today is another day starting fresh and new

Will it be a wild adventure, or will it be my version of normal?

Will I spend the day in my head or will it become something formal?

Wicked Wednesday

 

Halls of my mind

Silky raven black hair slipping softly through my fingers. A kiss on her lips that is sweet and lingers.

Walking in the halls of my mind, so many things to see and find. Rooms along halls of memory with offshoots to the halls of dreams and fantasy. Some easily opened, others sealed shut, each a world in its own to examine. Fog rolls alone the floor, giving way to the path now followed. There it is, I know that hall well. One side reality, the other fantasy I know so well.

Silky raven black hair slipping softly through my fingers. A kiss on her lips that is sweet and lingers. Eyes white as marble, skin cold and the color of snow. The bodice cut open, a crimson line where the blade passed. Exposed breast with nipple hard as stone, soft flesh where my fingers roam. Kissing and nibbling the ear that I seduced with my words, now only moans to be heard. The skirt hiked up, a sexual display of breathtaking beauty. Dare another kiss, feel another embrace as this moment will be eternally bound. The nails that dug in my flesh polished with blood that has been drawn. Entering the cold flesh again, the rocking motion brings the pale flesh to a new life. Sweat rises and beads on my skin, dripping down to her body again. Growing moans of pleasure echo off the walls as lustful desire is released. Her kiss back cold as ice and deep and the grave. Hands now grasp again as this might be the day.

Death my lover for so long always teasing and pleasing but never taking that last breath away. Down this hall she hold a special place I go to each day.

Beast and Sheep

Before you plunge into reading this you should be warned it is raw, emotional and could trigger some. There you have been duly warned…

God are you fucking kidding me, it is total bullshit feeling like this. Fucking piece of shit society tells me what rages in my mind and blood is wrong. Genetics, evolution, whatever the fuck it is; the real question is why is it? Sure I can fit in, play chameleon or try to cut out the most powerful part of me. Blending only works so well for so long. Always that itch, the scratching in the back of my head. Fucking hell it’s like trying to run from death, being a part of the wolf pack being haunted by what is my nature. You either get it or you don’t.

Lick the blade and feel that sharp edge craving a taste of blood. Clip it to the hip and walk out into the world. Prey everywhere, flesh flashing like a never-ending parade all but begging to be hunted. The beast kicking the cage as tits and ass flash. That scent of the bitches in heat like a drug fires up the carnal carnival need. Screaming inside while calm and cool outside, the mind racing, resolve bracing against the beast that slams against the door over and over again. Now I scream inside, not for a lack of want but for a need to be hidden in the mass of sheep. A blood thirst wolf can only be kept starved for so long before it rips the throat from its prey. Feeding as the flock looks on in horror.

Monster they scream, beast that should be locked away or destroyed. FUCK YOU! Deny what you are inside, a land of mentally castrated predators. Ignore that itch, turn away as you feel the twitch. COWARD! PUSSY! FUCKING BALLLESS SHEEP! I tried, the gods know I’ve tried. Repression, ignoring, hiding it deep inside behind a mask of the socially acceptable smile. Hell cannot be walled up, fate will prevail and roll over the land in a wave. A metropolis of blood washed streets filled with screams. Flesh is a fleeting thing, mere food for the worms that wait with hungry maws craving more and more. Death is such a hollow thing, it is the fear, agony and pain that give true flavor to life. Being a master of them, to bring each in full furry is a god power. Oh the desire to walk as a god amongst the mass of fearful sheep. To devour what is there to take. It is not simple to maintain the level, to hold the power, It is pure force of will and the ability to command it. No more anxiety holding back for the so called social norms.

For thousands of years life has been a primal struggle. Fang, flesh and blood splattering the world in a crimson paint that is far more pure than this anemic pathetic existence. An existence that is now held in some desperate need to seem normal, slave to the system we created. Slave to a piece of paper that is giving an arbitrary value. For that people are made into a cogs to work the vast machine of socially acceptable work. Once broken  they are tossed aside and forgotten. Life is nothing more than a farce now. Mental health is from the lack of struggle and pain. WAKE UP! Madness you say? I dare you to sit in a wall of isolated “normalcy” existing to only repeat the same task the next day. Safe with no struggle, just day after day in that routine. That is madness.

Sickness has crept in and infected this society. Safety to the point we have shattered our purpose. Freedom and adventure traded for security. Anarchy whispered like a bad word, no sheep, it is the purest form of reality. Safety and control are an illusion you pathetic Eloi. The dark scares you because you have lost your purpose. The darkness is home and a place of serenity for me. Only when the animal side is loose do I truly feel alive. No regret, no apologies for doing what is natural.

The only way to stop this is to stop the beating of this feral heart. Dare you to try, come and see if you can. Feel the rush, touch the edge of godhood, if you have the fortitude. Once a taste had touch the lips it becomes a craving, the beast is awakened.

Crazy? Hardly, just an awakening to the reality of the primal nature. The flesh is there for the thrill of the hunt. The hunt fuel for the beast that needs to feed.