Battle me...

So many judgemental people .. You ever get tired of being restricted?.. Battle me.. Throw out something disturbing.. Something out of the norm .. Can you handle it.. Now is your time to speak up and go face to face.. Lets do it.. Bring ass to get ass.. To all you critics .. Show me what you got or shut the fuck up..

Blanket Stitch

“Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?"
"'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.'" I stop finish my J&B in one swallow.
"What does the other part of him think?" Hamlin asks tentatively.
"What her head would look like on a stick”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho


He stitched skin in secret. 
With a glint in his eye he peeled fresh flesh
from girls who once jeered at his name
as he watched their eyes turn black.
You will not mock me any more,
he laughed clenching that heavy sack
 
He did not hold back. 
Cracking young bones into a contortionists fantasy,
there now lay before him
a mangled canvas motionless in his wake. 
He brushed the hair from her face
and kissed the red lips of female bliss. 

He skinned her like a rabbit. 
Just meat to set the dogs too feed,
but the skin was all he'd really need
to finish his masterpiece
of girls who had laughed for years and years
and he had fed hungrily on their fears. 

He blanket stitched the bodies together,
Unifying the girls forever
their fingers intertwined,
their souls combined
and the pressure below was out of his mind

As he felt their skin against his 
pressured underwear,
he breathed in the scent that lingered there
so heavily in the blood soaked room
that would forever be the tomb
of the blanket girls that cradled safe
their masters watchful sleeping place. 

They slept together, side by side,
cradling all the women he craved inside. 

Fucking Beautiful.. Thank you ..

As a child
They kept telling me about how it ought to be done
Rules,regulations,restrictions
The world shouldn't seem like a written script
I hate being just another character
And that's exactly what you take me for
When you talk about right and wrong
When you make all those noise about how its done
I just want to be free
Not a puppet
Not like a caged bird
I want to do what appeals to me
And not what you expect of me
Cos here is a different specie
And my methodology
Is having no methodology

A Tunnel Grey:

The skin peels back well,
as the body begins to swell,
alone and off to torture,
one might think of a butcher...

Rump has gelatinous poise,
making for great sucking noises,
someone's baby is missing,
this dead torso I'm kissing...

A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...

The flesh contains impurity,
as the victim requires surgery,
cauterizing with a weak flame,
one might struggle all the same...

Lumps strategically ooze,
making necrophilia fuse,
something can finally be used,
this fixation of mine abused...

A tunnel grey,
hidden during the day,
twilight hours pick up,
into the darkness to dump...  

you dont want it
so dont be my opponent
i will destroy your every component
& especially if im on it
that green & that white
not coke but corn liquor thats right
& i will fight you with my tongue
& spit bullets from my lungs
my pen writes you off the page
in this battle we engage
you are just another victim
inside of my curriculum
so dont step for your health
unless you want lyrical death
& this freestyle is now released
so all haters & suckers rest in peace....

I peer out into the world
a tunnel of grey..
and i think,
i wonder who wants to die today.

I find a place
small and discreet.
where nobody would think
they'd find a girl like me.

I find the right man
and take him to my dome.
What he doesnt know
he wont be returning home.

I butter him up
with some candy and wine.
He doesnt realize
he's out of time.

I take him to my lair
where i crack out the whips
he thinks this is foreplay
but its how i get my kicks.

He enjoys every minute
until he sees the knife
he screams and begs
and I laugh as I take his life.

I take the body
and toss it out back
I know what you're thinking
im a heartless little bitch,
but its a soul that i lack.

I make my way
to a quiet little place
and sit and wait
til I see my prey.

I'm so loving it.. Thank you all..

GIRL, YOU NOT SAFE WITH ME

I look clean cut, handsome and kind

Most people fall for only the outside

They are blind - like you

I can see it in your eyes

You have got marriage on your mind


Girl, you are not safe with me

I will use you, lead you on

Draw fantasies in the sky

For you to feast on

Meanwhile, as with the carrot and the stick

I have my own agenda, the stick will be there

The carrot is gone, it is a figment of your desire


Most girls are more street smart than you

As you give me head I reassure you

Mention the M word so many times

You work on my balls with such intensity

Baby, you are driving me crazy

I throw you on the bed and force my penis in

You like it this size, I give it to you rough

At first you were surprised, the M word made it work

I got you jumping through hoops

I got you begging for more


I ask you for one more thing

Come to visit my friend

The one in Thornhill

He has a basement full of fun

I told you it was a high end gym

When we get you down there

You freeze like a rabbit

You can't even run

We have lots of fun


We tie you up in leather

Make sure you keep quiet

Strap you to the machinery

Have fun with your nipples

Have fun with your cunt

I can see tears in your eyes

We know we are hurting you

It gives me such pleasure

To see someone suffer

From the moment I met you

I saw a victim crying for pain

We are just giving you what you really need

Not what you think you want


After three hours, you have passed out

It felt so good to fuck you all over

In so many painful ways

Now as you lie naked on the bed

Comes the photographs

To put you to shame

We wake you up, give you 2 pills

One for pain, one provigil

We wash you and dress you

You look like a lady

We tie you up and take you home


We undress you carefully

Check you for bleeding

Put on a pad, so it looks like you bleeding

From being a woman

Check you all over and put on a nightgown

Tuck you in bed, give you 3 ambien and some scopolamine

You will sleep like the dead

But we will check on you


I phone you on Sunday morning at eleven o'clock

Hi Honey I say, you mumble something

Did you enjoy our date?

Cannot hear what she is saying

But her incoherence means

She forgot it all

Girl, you not safe with me

But I had a ball

Corriosion of conformity


Their was a time when I was very unique;
The way I dressed to the way I speak. 
I had my piercings and my tattoos
Now I'm old hate; just old news. 

I have always believed if you can't be true to anyone else;
Don't fall a victim, and not be true to yourself. 
Conforming is the new way these days;
To the way we look, or even our kids we raise. 

They want us to look like the people of the mass;
I will not conform: they can kiss my ass!
I am what I am; this is all I know how to be;
If you don't like they way I look; don't look at me. 

I do not walk with a lowered head;
I choose to look right at you instead. 
I know I have nothing to hide;
As you walk around; your feelings trapped deep inside. 

I know I have pains that are all of my own;
From you trying to conform me; no rules written in stone. 
Act this and that way, the way you were born;
I'm not sorry: I will not conform. 

I will dress and look like what I feel;
I'm not a minuteman I am truly real. 
I am no different that you to I;
The only thing that is different: to myself to choose not to lie. 

You can be what ever to want to be;
I will stick to my faith; corrosion of conformity. 
I will live my life how I see fit;
Your opinion doesn't matter; it doesn't mean shit. 

So don't you judge me because I am me;
I know who I am, and know what I see. 
I am true amongst my kind;
I have my freedom of speech: I have my own mind. 

I will not sympathies if your life is wrong;
Maybe it's because you have conformed way to long. 
Weather I know you or not...you see;
No matter what I will always be me. 

I will not conform to the standards that you've set so high;
The new world order; from me you can kiss that good-bye. 
No matter what you may think of what you see. 
I still will be true and I will always now that I am me. 

So for those who think that we live your ways;
The day that I conform to your way; it will be truly the end of days. 

So I say to your conformity of your world;
I know what my goals are: what I'm working toward. 
I will not judge you if you do the same;
If you have nothing from conformity...well ain't that a shame. 

So which direction that you may chose;
I know in my heart; I have nothing to lose. 
So conform to that this world of cost;
It is your expense: your life its cost. 

This may be the silence before the storm;
I will still stand strong and never conform!

What just went thru my mind:



Often I wonder why is it I'm here
To be born, graduate, and land a career?
Then let loose in this fucked up place
Just to run around with a nothing face

We are suppose to be a part of a machine
There is heaven and hell; then we are between
It's all sounds good in a balanced plan
Wouldnt you like to know when it all began

Do you believe in Adam and Eve?
Now these days it's Adam and Steve
Or perhaps you believe in the big bang theory:
To be born from an atomic mass, I'm awful weary

Nothing has ever been born by a explosion
This only causes death, decay, and land erosion
A baby to be born with out planting a seed
This is a true belief of faith indeed

Why is it we kill over land that is not ours
For the government to act like Antichrist superstars
We fight over alot of subjects that make no sense
Like stopping freedom of the ones that cross a fence

Who are we to say who can live here or there
It's just another form of psychological warfare
People die everyday because they live on our street
We just pass them by and wipe our feet

I know I am only one person of many millions
Alot of us were soilders and the rest being civilians
We have all seen the impact of what we can do
To grab our guns and kill people that we never knew

I am not blind of terristic groups
For we all have lost many of our troops
When will this greed ever end
The "new world order" they think it will mend

If your interested and your going along
Go to forbiddenknowledge.com
You have to be patient for it's far from short
In 1964 a plan was made"The Iron Mountain Report"

They called it a hoax a great big joke
Then why all the red tape and all of the smoke
Even the existence of the office of the 303
This is the engine for everything the president can't be

I am far from a conspiracy theorist
I just read a book that don't  intrest most
We all live together in the same place
But to those who push the button... I'm still a nothing face

Mutilating the Wicked (i wrote this yesterday)


You're pumped full of adrenaline and your eyelids are cut off
So you can't shield your eyes or pass out from anything
As I tighten the restraints on your wrists and ankles and head
Forcing you down so only your body is mobile and your face upwards

You lay upon a dissection table scared after the horrors you've witnessed
And you wonder to yourself if you shall meet the same fate as they did
You stare upwards at the mirror that's suspended from the ceiling
You see yourself tied down with this man grabbing a set of knives
And you know that the torture is about to begin, but nothing can prepare you
For the suffering that you are about to endure by my sadistic, vengeful hands

I begin to cut into your skin through your chest and abdomen watching your blood
As it flows out of your more superficial veins within your skin but not your muscles
The pain that you feel now is nothing compared to what you will very soon
Even though you scream in pure agony now as I skin your frontal torso
And your blood flows from your naked torso onto the floor below

So I hook up the IV with blood into your veins in your wrist to keep you alive
And make sure that you don't die too soon from bleeding out on me
I begin to skin parts of your arms and legs as well as your neck exposing the muscle
And I cover each and every fiber of your exposed muscle in a fine layer of powdered glass

I attach a car battery to the steel table that you lay on and electricity runs through you
Your body convulses from the shock and as your muscles move the glass cuts into you
Slicing their way deeper and deeper until they grind against bone as you seizure uncontrollably
Until I finally show you some mercy and detach one side of the clip attached to the battery
Thereby releasing you from the electric shock that had caused you so much agony

You think it may be all over with your muscles ripped and torn, your body almost useless
But you have yet to realize that I am nowhere near done with you yet
I reproduce the same dull scalpel that had skinned you earlier now sharpened with a new blade
That I had placed on it while you were convulsing from your little shock therapy
And I begin to slice through your already torn muscles in your chest and abdomen towards
Your internal organs and thoracic cavity in your chest to torment you with as well

I take my time removing each of your muscles one by one and I inject you with more adrenaline
To make sure you don't pass out before I'm through with you and your punishment
When I finally finish removing your muscles I lap up the excess blood that's still dripping
And eat a piece of your flesh raw tasting it's rawness and bloody saltiness to it
You see up in that mirror that is above you all of this and now are staring at your internal body

You can see all of your internal organs minus your brain inside of you and venerable to destruction
I then cut out your kidneys, bladder, and intestines and begin to empty them out into a bowl
That I put off to the side for the moment filled with your excrement: shit and urine
I then begin to carve into your face towards the muscles surrounding your lower mandible
Making sure that you can't move your jaw at all when I begin to torment your sense of taste

I then take a large pair of pliers and begin to pull out your teeth one by one with no mercy
Pulling each one out through the side instead of straight out ripping your gums out by the teeth
I then grab the bowl that I had filled earlier and emptied some of it's contents into your mouth
You immediately begin to vomit so I loosen the restraint on your head on one side so you can turn it
And vomit out shit, piss, blood, and your last meal without it choking you in your throat and finally
When you are all vomited out I force some of your vomit back into your mouth and make you swallow it

What's left of your functioning muscles begin to quiver with disgust and agony over the painful mouth
As well as the sheer thought that you have just consumed your excrement and puke after vomiting
I then reattach the restraints to full purpose back on your skull and grab a diamond-tipped circular saw
And begin to saw off one of the top vertebrae on your spine and another one near your pelvis
I add even more powdered glass to your existing exposed muscles throughout your entire body

I attach the same clips from the table that had fried you before onto your exposed spinal cord
Your muscles that still have the ability to contract all suddenly contract ripping all of your muscles again
Each little movement you make causes more and more devastation in your body the blood toll immense
So much blood you've shed and at this point you very well may run out of blood, so I attach more IVs
Filled with blood directly to your vital organs so you will live even longer as well as even more adrenaline

With that failing due to your sheer lack of blood and will to survive any longer I know you're close
To dying right there on that table so I begin to get a grip upon your still beating heart in your chest
And I pull it right out of your body holding it over me and catching the dripping blood with my mouth
When it stops dripping I bite into it savoring it's metallic flavor and I gaze upon your now dead corpse
And I grab a sledgehammer knowing there's one last thing I want done to you before I leave

I raise it up over my head and I bring it down hard upon your skull making it shrapnel for a moment
Turning your brain, eyes, and tongue into a mesh of blood and gore that I savor the sight of
To think all you did to deserve all of this is rape a woman whose already in love with another
Already devoted herself to another in engagement and in her anguish and sorrow of trauma she takes
Her own life leaving her lover alone as he once was for so many years before he found her
You had taken her from me so I made you watch me take your very mother and little sister from you

You watched me mutilate them though not as badly as you but raped them in their final moments as well
Your little sister was a virgin as well it seemed but in her final moments I took that from her
All you had to do was keep your dick to yourself but it seems you can't control your own hormones
So now, I've taken every single part of you that's breakable and crushed it beyond repair
Your mental and emotional state before your death was one no psychiatrist or psychologist could repair
And now your physical body is in so many pieces a master puzzle maker couldn't put you back together

Perhaps Lucifer himself will show you pity in Hell while you're there in sorrow of what you've endured
But don't count on a reprieve for very long, for when I myself die and sent to the darkest pits of Hell
I will slice Lucifer to bits if I must to get to you and when I do with all of the worldly limits out of my way
You will know true suffering far beyond what you have endured tonight by a long shot and you'll wish
That Lucifer himself was bringing his full rage upon your very soul with his torment forced onto you
And I will punish you like this in Hell... Forever

WOW!!! These entries gave me chills and that is hard to do..

Miss_Sub said:Blanket Stitch

“Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?"
"'When I see a pretty girl walking down the street I think two things. One part of me wants to take her out and talk to her and be real nice and sweet and treat her right.'" I stop finish my J&B in one swallow.
"What does the other part of him think?" Hamlin asks tentatively.
"What her head would look like on a stick”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho


He stitched skin in secret. 
With a glint in his eye he peeled fresh flesh
from girls who once jeered at his name
as he watched their eyes turn black.
You will not mock me any more,
he laughed clenching that heavy sack
 
He did not hold back. 
Cracking young bones into a contortionists fantasy,
there now lay before him
a mangled canvas motionless in his wake. 
He brushed the hair from her face
and kissed the red lips of female bliss. 

He skinned her like a rabbit. 
Just meat to set the dogs too feed,
but the skin was all he'd really need
to finish his masterpiece
of girls who had laughed for years and years
and he had fed hungrily on their fears. 

He blanket stitched the bodies together,
Unifying the girls forever
their fingers intertwined,
their souls combined
and the pressure below was out of his mind

As he felt their skin against his 
pressured underwear,
he breathed in the scent that lingered there
so heavily in the blood soaked room
that would forever be the tomb
of the blanket girls that cradled safe
their masters watchful sleeping place. 

They slept together, side by side,
cradling all the women he craved inside. 




this one is the winner nice fuckin job

thanks