My victim wanted to scream. The fear coming of them filled the room. Their pain from glorious torture. The pleasure for me intense, as their blood dripped to the floor & filled the room w/ the sweet scent of death. They had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
My thoughts go round & round. You’re not good enough. You’re not enough. You’re no good. You’re not loved. My thoughts go round & round. Friends say I’m enough. Say I’m brilliant. Say I’m loved. So hard to believe. I try to believe. But my thoughts go round & round.
I hired a Resurrectionist. Forbidden Research. A hunt for immortality. I could taste success. This rot within me would not win. The bodies held the key. I bathed in the blood. The search for the soul. I didn’t have one. I could not die. This rot could not damn me.
Why am the way I am? Because, because, because! Why am I weird? It’s just the way I am. Why am I so nerdy? It’s just the way I am. Why am I a geek? It’s just the way I am. Why am I the way I am? Because I AM ME! I love what I love. I am who I am. And I am never changing!
Dear Journal, My life ended today. My death began. I shouldn’t have been out. Not at the Devil’s hour. I wanted fun. Recklessness took my mortal life. I wrote to you as a mortal. I shall continue in death. I will embrace this curse. I will revel in my undead life.
We all have a Soul of an animal. People posses the qualities of their spirit animal. I’m no exception. Just, I also turn into my mine. A curse from an alchemist I denied. I love the freedom my wolf gives me. The instincts. I embrace it. As it is MY curse to own.
You will comport yourselves accordingly. You will always be prim & proper. You will obey. You will be thin. You will be perfect. Rules told to all little girls once upon a time. But we are breaking the rules! We are making the rules! For we are Woman & hear us Roar!
I watched him. He was always there. The same routine. I thought of many ways. Settled on Garrote. It was personal. I moved behind him. He never knew I was there. Until it was too late. Now the last thing he will feel is my lips whispering in his ear: I loved you…
Have you danced w/ the devil under the pale moonlight? Have done the Waltz w/ the Light-Bringer himself? I sold my soul. I sold my freedom. Greed, Lust, & Envy my life. I wanted more. Needed more. Didn’t care how. And now I dance w/ Satan under eternal moonlight.
Thrown from my clan. For being me. I became a nomad. I walk my path. I am true to myself. I meet other nomads upon my journey. Each of us with no clan. For many reasons. Through choice or through pain. Us Nomads started our own clan. Acceptance & Love. Nomads no longer.