Meh.

Aug. 15th, 2002 01:55 pm
witchscauldron: (Default)
[personal profile] witchscauldron
I'm in one of those rare, pissed off/stressed moods where the though of carnage and mayhem appeals to me. I really do like the concept of the Angel Dust Faery (thanks FR!) - I'm immune to pain, and could easily rip a person apart - at least until the mood wears off.

Carnage makes me hungry. Can you stand to have me stare at you like a buffet? I crave the sweet salty juice of your eyeballs. I could drink blood. Tear at soft, rotting flesh, savouring the taste on my tongue. Snap your bones just for the sound, and suck the marrow out with relish. Scrape your liver over some dry toast and try to figure out what toxins you ate to make it so soft.

I could smash your ribcage open with my fist, tangle my claws into your lungs, and drape them over your shoulders like wings? Would you be a Blood Angel for me? You're nothing but prey.

In these moods, I'm berserk. I'm the frenzy. I am furry death. I'm also sound and fury, signifying nothing.

It's a good thing this mood is rare. It comes and it goes, draining the vitreol and acid right out of me, leaving me back in a calm state. I'm sure it will pass soon, but until then...watch out. You're food.

-M.
One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright