Broken
Your name was Beauty and you were born to Madness and Chaos.
Abuse twisted your beautiful mind and you were no longer a pretty thing. An eyesore to the common eye.
You found friends in Darkness and Sadism, in Pain and Insanity.
Tied up, spread out, chained down. Pale flesh turned a lovely shade of red after the beatings you so desperately begged for.
The whip loved your white skin, the chains loved your scarred limbs, the twisted minds loved your pain and suffering, but also your mad pleasure.
You were a toy for the insane, a plaything for the dark, the Devil’s whore, but you were just as twisted as the rest of us. Enjoying every moment of your torture, until you couldn’t breathe anymore.
Dying with a broken smile in your broken face because never before were you as loved as this.
Ok, I just had to create an account so I could comment. I’ve been reading on this site for at least six months, and this is the first time I wanted to comment…
Wow. This is a truly awesome piece of writing. You definitely have a way with words. To paraphrase a comment I’ve read somewhere else, “You just made the English language your whore, and she liked it.” And it’s kinda sad because I know people like this (although not quite to this degree).
Comment by Kitabare — April 30, 2008 @ 9:35 am
You have an amazing talent. The writing was beautiful as well as disturbing, a wonderful mix.
Comment by Doxx — June 16, 2008 @ 12:56 am