I wanted to write something that would have meaning to you, I wanted to write something that would have meaning to me. Hell, I didn't care if the whole world understood what was in my messages... I just wanted them to be out there.
So I sat there on my bed, watching you as my pencil stayed poised on the paper, hoping that the words might just leap out of me... hoping that maybe, staring at you lifeless form might give me some inspiration.
Nothing came, not even as I sat there and tried to remember what could have lead to this.
Now... there... the look of utter fear. The one you gave as I quickly approached and tied you back, bound not just your body, but your soul. I didn't care how much it hurt, just as long as you felt the pain and you made the fear apparent on your face. That was just enough thrill to me. Just enough to make me want more.
But you were soon to discover that game... you soon discovered that it was just a game and that nothing else was going to matter anymore if you would just give up.. but then again that would ruin the game wouldn't it? There for... I would be unhappy, and when I am unhappy, no one is happy.
As a note... I just wanted to say that this is a writing piece... not something that actually happened or is happening. I just had this idea for a kinda dark story.
 Kirisu · Sun Jan 16, 2005 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |
