i think about hurting everyone i see in horrible ways
i think about causing people pain a lot even people i don’t ever want to hurt but for some reason i just like to walk around and imagine what peoples face would look like if they were in agonizing pain and what their scream would sound like and another thing not only do i always want to hurt everyone but if your a stupid person theirs more of a chance that im going to go after you first and torture worse than everyone I’m not saying ignorant people they can learn stupid fucking people cant and for that they deserve to die a horrible death and you know i don’t find this feeling towards people so bad until it either involves myself or people i love and respect i cant help that i want to grab you by your hair and beat you head into the wall until i cant recognise you and then slice the flesh off your skull and shrink your head so i can hand it on my wall but that’s just what i see when i close my eyes either that or skinning you while your on the floor face down starting at the top of your head and all the way down to your toes so i can stuff you and keep you right there next to me forever but that’s what i see when i close my eyes at night I’m sorry to those i love and care about but all the rest of you i go to sleep at night to images of every other face i can remember with horrible torment in your eyes watching you writhe under my hand while i turn you inside out I’m sorry that’s just how my brain works i don’t understand it and sometimes it scares me a lot god forbid of i take over the world everyone would die
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pd0815 6:12 am on March 1, 2010 Permalink | Log in to Reply
within all of those people you think you could have absolute control over there are several who would just take you in a choke hold until you were almost unconscious then turn your twitching body around and finish the job with their hands around your neck. letting up ever so often just so you don’t die yet. drag you into their car and take you to that lonely field that they’ve been to off and on throughout their lives, tie you to a chair, douse you with lighter fluid then roast marshmallows over your screaming, desperate, melting crotch.