Sunday, October 25, 2009

My Demented Inner Beauty

This is not a beast of uncontrollable passion, of lust, or of the body at all
My mind is the culprit, cruel, calculating, callous
It strives to control, to manipulate those around me with malicious intent, corruption
A creature with a silver tongue, a slick charisma, and savoring appetite.
An appetite for pain, to torment those who torment me, predatory
My beast is that of cold logic, without love, without love
Beware my beauty

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