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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A broken smile

I felt my ears ring a little as I felt it cracked against the back of my head. My eyes disillusioned as I look at the dark world, tear-eyed. My head weak as I recognized the taste of my own blood. I didn't know I long I'd been here, neither did it matter. The sting of the whips against my back, raw fleshed now was all that I sensed. I hung there, nude and humiliated drenched in my own blood, sweat and spit. I hung there embracing the humility and mercy of the devil herself.
No, I'm not blasphemous, when the devil showed herself in that outfit. She never compromised on looks, the mere sight of her. The chill races through the spine,  to the back of the mind and one could only beg for just a touch of this lustful creature. Her wings wide, shadowing herself to let the light embrace all the contours leaving little to imagination. She stood there dark, devious lips and a whip-tail to keep hands off her back. Her walk, echoes of her heel and the slither of her body. She was the worlds most dangerous temptation..and man's humiliation tool...like a flag to be conquered.
She circles me a few times, asking "well?" her tail caressing flirtatiously as she knows the answer already but smiles at the sensation of humiliating another hopeless man. Unable to breathe, surprised by her sudden sting on my shoulder my body presents blood. I stand dumbfounded, the splatter of my blood stains her skin 'Yes, this is the blood of broken man' and I get sent away to the dungeon where I am to remain. To fill my eyes with lust, it's painful to almost reach the climax every time. I sit there thinking, about my story. To start a new story just to return heartbroken. To be the lowest entity of some ego, barely to survive.
I lay there, hard concrete gravel sinking into my Back. I sit watching the moon I once watched as a romantic thane, now as a self prophesied charmer.The bitter taste of blood still on my tongue.
I'm the result of broken promises, the voice of suicide. A soul that's stuck between reality and illusion.
I am... A broken smile.

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