The Mouse
06-16-2003, 04:22 PM
It was on that Monday night that I was sitting in my room. I had just lit a candle, who’s light was flickering on my walls as to reflect all of the idea’s in my head. My emotions would slowly crawl into the floorboards where they would forever taunt me. Relentless, horrid screams of trapped emotions that I was sitting on. Those floor boards so tormented, as to send a jolt of electrocution through my body every time my naked foot might take a step. Scrape away my flesh and expose my heart so that those emotions might find joy in my exposed nakedness. They tore away my flesh like wild beasts on their prey, and gazed upon my soul like a servant would to a God. They bathed me in their prayers and licked at every piece of my flesh that dripped my holy blood. ...That emotion that tormented me, it lived in my floor boards, my soul, and my hope. Oh, screaming hope that I held onto with all of my might; only to be ****ed by violent emotions through night and day. ****ed, hips in motion, screams of passion. Heated ravaging of every emotion that I might hold in hope, on that bed of lust. Lust, which would be the end of hopes passion; fades away into my ****ing floor boards. Then, and only then, I blew out my candle.