I feel...

Distantly comfortable.  Allowing

the ripples of the cold grey water

carry me into a unknown of

imagination.  Slipping gently under

the cuddle, pleasantly demented,

giggling away the sins. Only to accept

the praise and admiration of

dreadful inspiration.

I feel...

 Forever lost. Cherishing

a world so dreary and dark. Seeing

through the eyes of a sinner

and feeling every ounce of pain

Unleashed mercilessly. Only to accept

the pleasure of suffering and

the orgasmic thrill of

the kill.

I feel...

Arrogantly mad.  Worshipping

the superciliously sacred line

of derangement.  Slithering

slowly off the tree of

pure insanity and addiction to

the rush of being a god.

Only to accept it's full

library of knowledge and

magnifyed cognition.

I feel...
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