perfect memories

Let me tell you a little story,

She was the first to accept me,

Though I had never been tall enough, built enough, rich enough, nor dangerous enough

For others,

She helped me create a perfect memory

She said she was going to wait till the dust settled

And who ever was still standing there, he would get to be the one she will be with

Everyone else gets to be selfish, while she just gives

And she asked me to let her be selfish, that she thinks she deserves it

To wait for her, and still be standing there at the end,

While she gets to be with whom she wants, till our time comes

She said she realizes I am the only one strong enough to endure her truth

I am the only one who gets her, understands her mind,

The day she said her brain oozed out her ears

Yeah… I actually understand that,,, been there, done that... I get it

While I am being punished for what her family and other men have done

She asked me to stay, And to never let my fire cool

To comfort and forgive her when she is weak

to always let my love be there… Because no one ever burned like me

… All I myself ever asked… never make me feel stupid… for loving or trusting you…

With a broken heart, I let her waist all my love and energy,,,

Perception of how I see woman has greatly changed

With only the strong surviving

I feel so stupid

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And so being screwed over,

I left,

Tasting in the air all woman’s imperfections

Left standing with the blame, with my silence screaming tonight

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Though always being scorned by

Some women continually are addicted to the excitement of bad boys

While loving to just want, to want to use honest men

If he is not at her standards, too short to heavy to poor to boring,

And I laugh to myself, this fool of a man... it’s simple,

For you deserve your misery, with no company

Do not pollute the air with your crying, or sites with whimpering

If I had a gun, I’d shoot you all

But I only have a knife, so I’ll have to do it just one at a time

Whomever I meat

You want a bad boy, I’ll give you a fuckin war you won’t believe

With whip, chain and knife in hand

Christy, Ah, I have such fond memories of Christy;

She was the first, with blade in hand, I carved a smile upon her defiant face

And when she screamed… AH Ooohhh, I cummed man… buckets

That scream… that scream was fukin real, I made her do it… Hehehe

You fukin cunt, HAHAHA... you know you love it

Tell me how you love to care

...You’ll love it till the end...

Being fuked and cut to death

Tongued an eaten out

I cut her pussy out, saved in a jar, by my door

I lick the blood off of my blade, and savor it man,

Ohh man... The wetness from the blood on the blade,

Its like a young girl in her prime... oh man, the taste of it,fukin unbelievable

Oh Jesus man, the things in school they never teach you,

That is best in life…

That shit,,,, that shit was Real,,, and it was beautiful man

I can see you, sitting there, in remote viewing, some smiling, some uneasy…The Demon shows me these things when it comes out of the mirror that I banished it in, twenty three years ago

And I can taste you, as good as the blood on my blade

When I am doing…

It’s simple,

Till you die, and all kindness gone

Be like me, like me… me...

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