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Defeat by Ray Printer Friendly

Wrong night, you loud-mouth fuck. I know how big you are, I know how strong you are, I know that you will clean the alley or the parking lot or whatever with my ass. I know that you will stomp me, hurt me, break me. I know that even if you can't, your friends can, and I know that they will. I know that I'm fucked before the first punch is thrown.

I know this.

But you don't know.

You don't know that I want to hurt me more than you ever could. You don't know that I kiss your every strike, that I thrive in the pain you provide.

You don't understand that you are a blessing, with your anger and your violence.

And you don't understand that you will never be able to give me enough.

I will hold it against you.

I will keep coming back for more, long after you are tired, and when you can't provide the hurt, I will take my rage out on you.

Broken and bloody, I will destroy you.

Because you are just another failed thing, and I can't handle that right now.


Comments:
Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2011-03-21 02:33:16

I'm pretty sure this is why brother fights so much, even though he says he loses at least half the time. Excellent stuff. I can relate.


Entered By Tracie From Unknown
2011-04-01 07:19:45

How can the pain be more vast?



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