4 March 2013

I want someone close, To rip me apart piece by piece. Until there's nearly nothing left- I need someone, to carry out this task.

Every time Halloween rolls around, masks surround my physical presence and absorb into my being.Maybe someday I'll be subject of a horror movie, "The Girl Killed Halloween Night."

I have a brisk desire to run out in the woods and let something take me. They all wonder why I love horror, "Death" in general.

Little do they know I long to be IN these traumatic scenes. To feel the blade, and be the body that falls.

Maybe it's because of what my parents have taught me, what they've done. What they torn me away from.

Or maybe it's just because living sucks...

RayBearTruth And Confessions • Opuss № I