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I am a killer at heart.
They say a slow death is the best death. I must admit it is fitting if you are into torture on the side, but I have to say I do not care if the killing is fast or slow. It just happens to be slow every single time.
You should know that I do not kill in a way that is obvious. If you want to find me, you can not, though I gift something to every person (I kill... for your pleasure).
I want them to feel what I feel.
That is what humanity is. It is about relating to others and getting them to sympathise, or empathise, because, deep down, we crave it. We crave the knowledge that we are not alone in this god. forsaken. world.
It may come as a surprise, but it works.
It works so well that I kill them.
In the end.
They say a slow death is the best death. I must admit it is fitting if you are into torture on the side, but I have to say I do not care if the killing is fast or slow. It just happens to be slow every single time.
You should know that I do not kill in a way that is obvious. If you want to find me, you can not, though I gift something to every person (I kill... for your pleasure).
I want them to feel what I feel.
That is what humanity is. It is about relating to others and getting them to sympathise, or empathise, because, deep down, we crave it. We crave the knowledge that we are not alone in this god. forsaken. world.
It may come as a surprise, but it works.
It works so well that I kill them.
In the end.
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Unavoided
I used to know a girl for
the hunger in her voice;
she spoke of something
more, worth
anchoring herself to
and sinking down
with
"I think
I'll drink away my memory, soon,
or pray for an Alzheimer-inspired
beginning, because
I can't keep waking up
on the wrong side of life"
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An Illusion
The dreamboats are shipwrecks in disguise.
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Before I Can Become a Writer
Develop insomnia. Develop
problems with substance abuse,
nothing serious, but enough
that I can say “write drunk,
edit sober” and mean it.
Drink tea. Write about drinking
tea. Take up smoking, ignore
the thoughts about it being
a slower suicide. Write about
suicide. Don’t mean it.
Write about sunsets and
ink veins. Mean it.
Fall in love with someone
who will never love me back.
Lament. Write a million
crappy poems and two good
ones. Never show him.
Move on. Write a few more
bad poems. Fall in love with
someone perfect. Screw it up.
Fall in love with someone awful.
Call him perfect. Screw it up.
Cry. Cry for the inevitab
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Sometimes I feel humanity is a curse. I feel what I wrote above.
Not literally, but in a metaphorical sense, I. feel. I. am. this. way.
It's not even logical, but then emotions often aren't. And it hurts. It hurts so much.
Not literally, but in a metaphorical sense, I. feel. I. am. this. way.
It's not even logical, but then emotions often aren't. And it hurts. It hurts so much.
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Pain vengeance, retribution. Well written thanks for sharing