my life as a horror movie
I want to haunt you. I want to inhabit your dreams. I want to be your most memorable nightmare incarnate.
I want to haunt you. I want to inhabit your dreams. I want to be your most memorable nightmare incarnate.
I want to be the poison that runs in your blood; once you have tasted me, a little will never be enough.
I want to be your damsel in distress as well as the very monster I fear; in the end, you'll come to fear me as well.
For in the end, to love me will be fatal.
So that was an interesting little interlude: I was attempting to write from the perspective of a monstrous personality, an intoxicating individual, who, whilst seemingly complex, is simply driven by the desire to acquire, claim, utilise and then abandon.
Re-reading what I wrote, it seems that I was speaking as if I were Ted (The Eating Disorder).
If sociopaths are vampires, and people with bi-polar disorder are werewolves
then I must either be a ghost or a flesh eating zombie.
You have no idea how entertaining I find this concept.



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