I've always liked blades, the sleekness, the precision and the overall power they hold. The power of life and death. Right now I'm holding my pocket knife with the blade open. I'm not doing anything with it but I like entertaining the possibility of what could happen.
I could cut myself, I could stab it through the screen of my tv. If I do wanted I could go on a homicidal rampage and kill loads.
I don't really have a desire to do any of those things at the minute. But the possibility is always there. I should probably be caged up the way I go on sometimes.
A cage would suit me well. Cold, solid and people are best avoiding them. Shit, I have a lot more in common then I first thought. But most importantly we both normally hold some sort of beast.
The difference is my beast is more dangerous than most. It doesn't feel anything, no emotion just logic and a desire for destruction. I wish someone locked me up.
How many others have a beast like this, emotionless and hungry. For death and little else. It scares me and keeps me practically paralysed forever.
So please someone I beg you. Cage me or end me.
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The Way I See It
FanfictionI've been giving a suggestion to write chapters about how I'm feeling and what's going on in my life. I have never done this before so if it's shit please don't blame me. It will also include certain problems or theories I have about various things...
