Anonymous Pen Member

I cannot stand this anymore A dozen equations lie all over the floor Key to a future, my mind cannot take This dark fantasy I cannot escape My senses are dull, I cannot think straight A visage of corpses, across my mindscape To pale cold lips, my body aches This, I desire. The world I forsake. Never sadistic, these fantasies mine A moment of pain, though none would be fine The end is what counts, shell empty of life Mine for the picking, your body so fine. Back into focus, does the room snap Thread of thought broken, I turn the page back Five minuites later, I'm drawn off again Back to the perversions that my mind made. What kind of human, have I become? To want defilement of what god has done? Am I so flawed, or am I so weak? Unable to bring about the change that I seek? Maybe. . . Some things cannot change And I fear this is one So I'll bury it instead Bury it deep, from the outside world. __ I choose to post anonymously as to not interfere with any relationships I may have with you. I fear that I have much to lose, but I feel I have to vent this. Thank you