Hello from WV

[sbr556]

Do you think you are in control

Do you ever feel the need to sit back get stoned and let some chick just ride the bone away at you, I feel the Violence in me and it is over whelming. To sit here day after day. I am a twisted fu@k. My mind races with sexual desires. You feel it also, but you are in to much fear to admit it. Escaping your fears to run to the nearest exit, AS I make my rounds tearing at your walls. You are to scared to give in to what you want yet you try so hard to hide the very fear that drives you to my voice.

You want to play dirty yet you do not want me to play dirty back. You push me in my cage and I let you. You want to control me yet I want you to control me. Is it my way of controlling you. Are you really in control or is it more fear that lets you believe you are in control. AS I am the one in control. I allow you to have thoughts that I give you.

What is the pleasure you desire. You have left me numb as you have mind raped me. You have taken my thoughts as I allowed you. You let me pour my thoughts into a glass and then dump my thoughts out on me.

Will you take it all away. Will you feed me the very nourishment I require. Will you give in and give your very soul to me. Will you intertwine your body around mine. Can we both find what we are looking for or are we hear to torture ourselves with are wants and desire we feel for each other. I will give in and drink from you. I will give up my control if you will give up your control. We will no longer have control nor want it.

 

[sabrehab]

Huh?

They have computers in West Virginia?

 

[ItsMyTurn]

They have computers in West Virginia?

ROFLMAO!!!!

You are bad!

 

[sbr556]

Just one and the whole state shares it.

 

[sbr556]

Chains of Addiction

My mind is pushed back in its cage once more. Can you hear my twisted and fu@ked screams. You are like a drug pumping through my veins. An addiction I can not get past. You are the very poison I require to kill my soul. The poison you have is my drug of choice. I wear my addictions as chains that keep me in a cell. My cell is a grave, with my only light is when you are near. But you are caught in your own darkness, your addiction is as great as mine. We are only happy when the chains are bound tighter. We dig at this grave we are in. not to be freed, only to cover us up so we can not see. If we wanted out we would have just opened the door.

We continue are battle, with whipping at each others hearts. We let our thought torture ourselves. We want to spill the blood of our thoughts. Slowly we drain are hearts, then throw up the shield so we can mop up what we have spilled to each other. Taunting at each others love. Deep down we do not want to stop. We want our blood, the seed of our thoughts, to spill onto one and others heart, mixing and becoming one. But our fears will not allow our thoughts to take control. Again we clash at each other with our shields, trying to push one and other out of our minds. We find our rocks and begin the stoning.

Our minds are dirty with our thoughts about one and other. Do we let our thoughts control us, allowing them to manipulate what we really want. We begin to 2nd guess what are hearts tell us. Or we would have accepted the light that has tried to shine down into our darkness. Our words would have escaped us with out thought. We wouldn't be whipping at our hearts. We would have made love and felts its great warmth. Instead we slam the cell doors to our hearts and begin to spill the blood once more. Never saying what we really feel.

My heart becomes my cage, my mind becomes my cell. How did I get wrapped in your spell. I try to pour my thoughts out to you but I am trapped in my hell. I want to look in your eyes but they see me at my weakness. I feel I am losing control, but I can only give you the control I allow you to have. My emotions are super charged. MY heart is on fire and in your control.

AS I give you the control I find that the rules have changed. They changed in the middle of my entanglement. You want me for your own, but you are to afraid to cast the words out to me. Instead you leave it to me to take back the control. I could never ask you to do what is in your head. I would never ask you to do what it is in your head to say. You must be the one to cast the words if you ever want to tell. It must be your words and your decision even though my mind begs for you to say them upon me. But I do not dare ask you to tell.

What we have become to each other, neither wants to control, even though we fight for it. You know the words you want to hear, I know the words I want to hear. We both know what we want to say but we deny it to ourselves.

 

[sbr556]

Shadow of Darkness

Behold the shadow of darkness that everyones thoughts hide in. I have been pent up in my own mind for so long that I forgot who I am . My mind has told its lies to me for so long that it has manipulated my Heart. My own heart has been twisted by my thoughts, made to think that I could never care. I began to seek to give others pleasure and never thought about my own happiness. I have been let down so many times that disappointment is what I expect from others. I have become numb and unattached to the feelings of others. My heart has become like Ice. I am the very person I hate. I look at others and wonder what they require of me next. How much most I endure from my own thought before I do something about it.
Our hearts have been whispering to us. Telling us how we feel, what we should do. But our minds want to control us. My mind screams at me, over powering the whisper of my heart. My mind knows what my heart feels and wants to destroy it. My mind knows that my heart has been whispering to my very soul.

The Dawn of Light

Our hearts become enraged by what our thought are doing to us. Our hearts begin to wage war on our thoughts, Every beat is hard and clear. The longer we ignore our drums, the faster, harder and louder our hearts beat. We begin to smile. What is happening to us we say? Our heart begin the attack on our thoughts. Stimulating our facial muscles. Our thoughts try to fight back, but our heart begins its attack on our nervous system. We get the chills up our spines. Our Stomachs begin to take on the butterfly effect. Goose bumps emerge on our skin. Our mouth becomes dry. All of this from just the sight of the dawn of light. Our thoughts are losing. Our hearts have taken over. I do not want to leave from the light that has made its way to me.

My heart has become clear and focused. I begin to seek you out. My hearts war has ceased its attack on my thoughts. You are near me and in my arms, But wait. I am still carrying all the symptoms of my hearts war, My heart still beats frantically. My mouth is still dry and my stomach still has the butter fly effect going on. The goose bumps are still present on my skin as the glow of your smile.

The After Glow

The after glow of your love has left me still hurting for more of you. I can still smell you on my body, taste you on my lips. The scent of you still lingers in my mind like the soft breeze of a summer wind off a cool mountain stream . Your smile still in my thoughts. Your warmth of your body still rushes through me. Your touch rushes through me like the blood that pumps through my heart. Your eyes like the clear blue sky still linger in my head. You are gone and I awake to realize that I am still in my cage. You have the key, what will you do with it?

 

[sbr556]

Beast

Inside my Anger

Calm, cool, and collective, 3 words I hear every day that people use to describe me. Inside I laugh to myself. If they only had a clue of what the ugly beast inside of me looked like. What I have kept locked away for more then 15 years. It the only knew how many times I have forced myself to smile.

My beast slams inside of me, bouncing off the walls of my mind. He screams for me to let him out to reek havoc. He crys like a child when he can not get his way, begging at me to open his door. To many times I have inserted my key to his door. Almost turning the lock. But my beast, he is uncontrollable to be let out on his own.

I can hear his laughter every time someone pushes my buttons. The eerie sound of his voice sends chills up and down my spine. He knows it is only a matter of time and I will forget my smile and he will be set free.
He will not stop at a push or a shove. He is a phyco and enjoys blood, rather it is mine or yours. To scream and shout is not on his mind. He does not want to talk. Your crys and screams of pain is what he wants to hear. Your bones crushing, cracking and snapping is what he wants to feel/ The sight of you, broken down, bleeding and laying in your own waste is what he wants to see. The smell of your blood mixed with gravel, dirt and asphalt is the odor he adores.

He can sense when he knows I am close. I hear him rattle his chains of destruction . He claws at the walls to sharpen his razors. I can hear his bed banging of the floor as he works his muscles. Pumping himself up, he runs and leaps back and forth in my mind. He curses at me, be littles me, laughs at my smile. Taunting me with the words, " you are not a man to take there shit" Insulting me with words of I am ignorant and he is superior.My hands shake with the thirst to turn the key, unlock his door. My mind becomes a rage of violence. My thoughts begin to spit his words out like a sharp dagger. I can feel him ripping through my body.

The Devil

The Devil sits at his throne with a smirk. He knows the show he will see. He knows the entertainment my beast will provide. When he sees me at my edge, the key in my mind turning. He knows what is going to be his pleasure will only be your pain. The ugliness that you will see, will be his beauty. Your screams will be like a love song to him. Your broken bones will be the bandage that heals him. And if in the end you lose you life, he gains a soul. This I know. I turn the key, I hear the lock click and walk
away from my beast with a smile. I hear his screams of anger as he pulls at a door that will not open. The devil frowns.

The Goddess of Lust

The Devil sends his angel of lust upon me. She arrives with just a smile and a touch. Her graceful hands reach into my heart. She is my Goddess of Lust. A blue eyed blond haired vixen. My mind will race with my dirty perverted thoughts. Her smile leads me down a road that will that will only make me hurt for more of her. Her voice will Echo in my mind for days on end. I try to push her out of my cage to only find there is no doors.

Her body is my temple and I worship her every day. Her voice is my Hymm that I sing to every night. Her eyes are the light when I no long wish to be in the dark. Her arms are my paradise when I am unhappy. All I can say is the devil made me do it and I grin as I wouldn't have it any other way. This is my punishment for not unleashing my beast. But a punishment I want. So who is punishing who< LOL