your magic is powerfulpressing against your wards I balkto go any further would be foolhardystill I go forward to touch your inner landscapeswhere I hear your indoor voicefull on perversionit excites me to greet you againyes darling let us...

“I don’t understand why fools catch rape cases When there is too much free pussy around to make fuck faces, “But they realize it in the slimy end When they are gang raping your ass once again, “In a dark cell, held down...

skiming the darkness I waitsomething will surface it always doesdrawn to me from deep withinoccult larceny, stealing from my healthdraining me of my thoughtstaking my strengththe horde hunts its ownmagic undisturbed calls to mewith questions of should I?wield the...

dreaded notion, your thoughts slithering through my souldevoid of morality or carea cavernous emptiness floods my corereaping the monsters of your imaginationinjecting my feelings with doubtI’m a good person? rightno, I’m a good personyour fiends enter my thoughtsentertaining them...

he bathes my wanton senses saturating them with his intensity so addictive... so nourishing... it's become a part of me   he pins me to the weight of my convictions holding me accountable... to my own beliefs and needs asking little... and knowing he'll gain everything each time he spreads...