Black As My Soul: Sometimes It Hits You Like a Freight Train

August 30, 2005

And you know.

And the knowing, like the freight train, becomes an everything that will not release you. The inertia carries you. Braking is futile.

Don't question it.

I know your fears.

Your desire to control.

I understand them.

You fear death.

But I am Death, Destroyer of Worlds.

I will bring you little deaths, again and again. It is my joy.

My inertia.

That I give to you.

Don't question it.

Baby, I want your flood. I am going to hold you out over the abyss until you give it to me. I want you to give it to me.

Give me your fucking flood.

It means more to me than you know.

And I will hold you there so sweetly.

So sweetly, baby.

[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (August 30, 2005 8:54 PM) by writing evil. [+]

Serenity said:

I have always loved "La petite mort" especially when I am held sweetly and allowed to bask in the afterglow ~

Just Me said:

I just love how you write about it... makes me miss it even more than I already do. You definately have a way with words.