It's amazing where the mind goes if you let it.


bleeding minds scream with laughter, what do we hear that isnt of the scent of innocence?
love lost and time forgotten, i woke up this morning to the breath of trespass, and the sight of insanity.
i saw devilish shadows on my wall, flickering flames cutting through the incense of sex.in my orgy, in my act of defiance, i find my sister dead, and bleeding.
a beautiful figure, ebony rosewood, like god in wood in woman, cast so delicately on a bed of white wool.
the face framed with pain, surely the ideal way to die! a little trickle of blood from her thighs.
the rotting odour of decay corrupts the room, a swathe cutting through the air of peace.
to die in pain, what a gift in this soulful world of ours, writhing in the hideous orgasm of it's own sentimentality.
i did her a favour, i gave her pleasure then death. am i not truly god? am i not truly divine?taking life is not pleasure, not duty, but a favour, a gift. my sister knew that, yet resisted when i gave her my greatest gift of all.
her life bled away, little by little, drop by drop, each passing moment bringing her closer to divinity.

i lie there, naked and ecstatic, proud of my strength, passionate about my exhaustion.
stooping, naked and tired, i look over my sister once more.perfect, beautiful, now truly divine. waiting for me in the beyond.faces of women circle me, bringing memory on a bier,how generous i have been, giving greatness in death and pleasure in death to so many.
in this hollow, cheap world of ours, how beautiful is a death framed by the mutiny of pain!
pain is the beginning.
what riches await me!