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Ruler of Darkness Entry
[center]Picking The Loveliest Flowers
[img]http://th01.deviantart.net/fs25/300W/f/2008/152/2/3/235a56fa78cac5883b41d7397836348f.jpg[/img]
Oh, her skin,
so soft,
so smooth,
Her lips,
so red,
so full of youth.
A nibble,
a bite,
just a taste.
No,
don't cry
little one.
I promise
I won't ruin
your
pretty
face.
Just a finger,
or two,
will suffice
my hunger.
I want to savor
your innocence,
Oh my angel,
my little,
flower.
Don't scream,
just whimper
into
your special
gag cloth.
I bought it
just for you,
separated it
from the other ones.
Your tears,
are like Diamonds,
spilling from
forest
green eyes.
The fear,
I saw
was almost,
as strong as mine.
Your eyes,
relate to me,
I dig them out.
I keep them
as souvenirs,
and hide them,
where only I,
know about,
safe and sound.
In a place,
where my other treasures
lie.
Petal-like lips,
to blue eyeballs.
Beautiful hands,
and feet,
that I've collected
from different
flowers.
They lay there,
different withered
flowers,
lifeless with decay.
A basement
under my basement,
I give my flowers,
time to rot away.
So I can plant,
their seeds in
my yard every other
day.
Flowers,
with naive smiles,
pigtails,
and dresses.
I lure them with
sweets,
that's what you're
guess is.
But no,
I'm not pedophile
I'm not a predator,
I'm just an individual,
who just seriously LOVES,
picking the loveliest
flowers. [/center]
[img]http://th01.deviantart.net/fs25/300W/f/2008/152/2/3/235a56fa78cac5883b41d7397836348f.jpg[/img]
Oh, her skin,
so soft,
so smooth,
Her lips,
so red,
so full of youth.
A nibble,
a bite,
just a taste.
No,
don't cry
little one.
I promise
I won't ruin
your
pretty
face.
Just a finger,
or two,
will suffice
my hunger.
I want to savor
your innocence,
Oh my angel,
my little,
flower.
Don't scream,
just whimper
into
your special
gag cloth.
I bought it
just for you,
separated it
from the other ones.
Your tears,
are like Diamonds,
spilling from
forest
green eyes.
The fear,
I saw
was almost,
as strong as mine.
Your eyes,
relate to me,
I dig them out.
I keep them
as souvenirs,
and hide them,
where only I,
know about,
safe and sound.
In a place,
where my other treasures
lie.
Petal-like lips,
to blue eyeballs.
Beautiful hands,
and feet,
that I've collected
from different
flowers.
They lay there,
different withered
flowers,
lifeless with decay.
A basement
under my basement,
I give my flowers,
time to rot away.
So I can plant,
their seeds in
my yard every other
day.
Flowers,
with naive smiles,
pigtails,
and dresses.
I lure them with
sweets,
that's what you're
guess is.
But no,
I'm not pedophile
I'm not a predator,
I'm just an individual,
who just seriously LOVES,
picking the loveliest
flowers. [/center]
Published 10th Jan 2014
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18th Jul 2014 11:08pm
Oh man alive, the collector, oh boy, what a collection he has... You should write the next silence of the lambs my friend, hehehe... I closed me eyes, an could feel the sense of dread, and wonder of it all, both side of the coin, from the victim, and the wonder of the collector, you spun it so rich that could feel both, a rare gift man... You can have a collection on this, a series, can expand it into a book collection... wolf
31st Jul 2014 7:07pm
Thank You sooo much Eddy....
I'm surprised that I'm just seeing ur comment.
^_^
I'm surprised that I'm just seeing ur comment.
^_^
13th Aug 2014 6:05am
enjoyed so much, the only good thing about your absences is that it make the ink we have from you so much more special
20th Aug 2014 5:38am
