Tuesday, October 11, 2011

There's Not A Word for What I Want to Do to You

"Why did you leave me?" he cried. "I did everything for you, I was everything for you – would have been, could have been – I did for you – died for you!"

Come on, really? You love this one so deeply, because you knew her so deeply? You knew her as deeply as you could stick your filthy cock inside of her. She's one on a list of hundreds of women you want because you can never have her and because you're a man-child with no closely approaching features of maturity.

"What did I do wrong? What should I have done? Tell me before you leave me forever, like all the others who thought they liked what they saw, only to speed away into the darkness! Do I taste that sour? Do I poison that quickly? Is the mask that transparent? Tell me – tell me I terrified you! Tell me I embittered you! Tell me anything, that my broken bones will rest without restiveness when I lay myself to rest!"

She never answered – one thing, anything, nothing. She just sped away into the darkness that soaked and stained into his eyes long ago.