Thursday, April 30, 2009

Belial.

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.

Oh.

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.

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