If abuse had a son

[deathdidus_part]

Subjected when his liesure lusted, to his ample cravings faster coming with broken thoughts, he thinks they aren't him. His want is purely product of his desire for destruction, a broken home, an earth to roam, an appeasement to his starving smile. Breaths are taken: abaited, waiting looking when he knows he shouldn't; fingers breaking, pillows

Comments

[valley_of_dolls]

are you writing a book or do you always speak in third person like this?

[deathdidus_part]

that's a really good question, and i thank you for bringing it up, because until you said something, i hadn't noticed. to be honest, this isn't about me, or even anybody i'm aware of. when i write, i get this feeling like the words are just flowing out of me, and i'm no where near in control. i'm not sure where it comes from, or what the inspiration is, but it seems to work. do you see it as a bad thing that i write in such a way?

[valley_of_dolls]

no actually its kind of fascinating. whatever it is don't lose it and make sure you save all of it.