Let me tell you about the pleasure in my life, the type of pleasure that will make you cry out for a safe word... But there is none, I am pleased to hear you scream, not moan because that does not turn me on. The pain I feel that you inflict upon my skin brings nightmares to my dreams but it arouses me like a volcanic super volcano blowing up and destroying everything in it's path... The kind of contact that makes nails on a chalk board sound like pilliow talk underwater, I'm talking about angry, wrough and hard loving, it makes you feel sick about yourself because you done it but because you done it once... You want to do it again because... When you were recieving it from me, you did not care about Mom or Dad, even God, you loved it, you can't deny it, infact you wanted it even more, and when you came back to me begging for it I rejected you, not because I disliked what we done together... No, what we had was destruction and noise pollution that will destroy the minds of conformists we know today and when I said I hated you so passionately you understud that "I love you" was my actual words, and when we touched it was like the echo of an overwhelming roar from a lion... My very skin crawls to this day with the dead flesh you left upon my skin and to this day I rise from the dead of the night seeking out your deadly scent and red hot blood, but I can not find you my forsaken love, you are lost to me since that day you lashed open my spine and gave me a fatality on my birthday... I never saw you since. Two years has past and I'm still alone, I wish we could be together once more my defective clone. A girl came around the other day, confessing her love she has towards me, I woundered if I feel the same but she doesn't know me, the me inside, the rotten corps that's infested with disgusting maggots... sucking the decaying pust from my dead wounds inside my putrid heart, if I showed her the true me, she would be disgusted and most probably leave me alone!, well at least that's what I thought would happen, it turns out she envied the type of hatred me and my defected clone had and she wanted to have that with me... people would call me weird or sick but thats my life I am pleased by the way things are in my suicidal world. I took her in as my slave I made her only wear high hilles and fishnet stockings... My Idea for a perfect torture victim. I made her feel alive by giving her a pain to think about, a pain to pleasure her and that very same pain to make her want to be alive to suffer from it, I made her enjoy the feeling of being loved in such an unspoken manner, finally when I was done with her and she knew how it felt to be in a world of burning walls and crumbling buildings, a world where rot and the feeling of dying are things to marvel at, judgement is one thing conformists are use to do but caring is one thing I do not care for at all. Me and this girl created a new smell on this earth and our hatred for this world grew even more stronger, she feels the same way you felt before you left me alive... Alone... And unwanted, she couldn't understand why she loves the way she feels when I touch her, all around her, inside her mind... I controled her every breath she takes by allowing her to do so... She asked me once: why am I so extreme?, I told her because I was made this way, the same way you are being made, I was made this way by another, not you of course but someone bigger that you, me or her, she is what you call the super nova of hell and spawn of satanic lust for hatred and strangely... love, she tought me the ritual to love one's body and another's, the spirit remains pure but twisted when needed to change lives, that is why I am so different I believe but being extreme is the most fun I can ever achieve in my short life, so once again, let me tell you my pleasure it is something you will have to learn from me.
My body is clay, mould me, harden me, break me... Move me to your will, I am your loyal slave and you are my ultimate master please, please, please! show me the true meaning of pleasure.
