Knowing.

In the daily chaos of our limited boundaries of life, the truth of the nature of our existence is hidden by shortsighted understandings.

Birthday.

My birthday passed on the 15th. It quietly went by marking the passage of time. I quietly passed, screaming wildly as a reminder of the darkening light. One less opportunity to fulfill increasingly empty desires, closer to the end. Yes, it was depressing[but I already got over it. It's like Valentine's Day, the other horrid day.].

Deliberately.

Constanly reminded of the things you want. I can't fullfil the desire you have to own me. Deliberately you wait until it feels like it's tearing. Wait what you like, I only grow somewhat insane. You like to see me like that and you keep pulling. Deliberately.

Punishment.

Deliberately painful is the whip, arching in terrible beauty. The sonic boom shatters my heart, incredibly.