Thursday, April 30, 2009


I'm sorry, my dear, I couldn't find you.
I suppose you think that is better for me, that I not know just how bad you are for me. Fine, pretty, soft, smooth... Demon of knowledge.
You must be somewhere, somewhere in the history... Why can I not find you, ever? I need a name for you, m'dear. I need a name for you, because I think I'm falling in love with you. I want to see you in a form other than reptile. I want to... Oh dear. What have you done to me?
I thought I had you blocked out, but I guess you're more skilled at mindeating than I thought. I'm sorry I tried to evade you, I mean, I feel I have to, but I'm almost ready to give up.
I miss the words leaking off your tongue and into my mind...
Am I insane? Or am I really being 'touched' by something? If so, why for? What purpose do I serve in his games?
I can't believe I'll be posting this, but I need somebody to tell me what the fuck is going on, because I've become obsessed.
I've been fucking researching demons all night and can find nothing to match this... creature.


1 comment:

  1. You ARE crazy.
    Don't worry about it. It's nothin'. Craziness is pretty chill.

    Hahaha. No, keep doing what you're doing, whatever the fuck it is. I am so weirded out by myself.