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@moonkissedlily
Fractured Fury
The world stands still, the air goes thin,
A silent void erupts within.
A crack inside, so sharp, so deep,
A wound that wakes but does not weep.
Then fire strikesโmy veins ignite,
A raging storm, no end in sight.
My breath is smoke, my voice a blade,
A fury born, a war replayed.
I scream, I shake, the earth must hear,
A beast unleashed, too wild to steer.
The walls may break, the sky may fall,
Yet still, my rage outlives them all.
Then silence creeps, so cold, so vast,
A fragile peace that will not last.
The ashes glow, the embers hide,
But fire still burns beneath my pride.
- a little poem about how i feel about narcissistic injury and narcissistic rage :)
Ignoring the call of mania should be considered a full time job because it is SO hard to willingly choose to sit in depression instead of doing whatever wild and risky thing my "manic brain" says will solve all my issues
Keiichi Taharaย
Does anyone else feel like theyโre just waiting for a good enough reason to kill? Like, youโre anticipating the moment someone does something so evil that finally warrants their death and no one will give you shit for it because they all collectively agree that they deserved it?
i need to see blood.