'Reality', they say
'Normality', is the way.

I am in control. Me! Mine!
I am my own fate. My destiny, my creation.

There's nothing like the burn, anything for the sting.
He drowns himself but really it's the thoughts. An evolving death of an un-warranted lullaby written by himself.
Chemically induced state's of numbing disaster. Morals cave.
Abominable abomination discharges.

Her hair so long
Her small hands & feet
Her short stature
Devilish treat.

Righteous modesty
Sinful impurity
Despicable filth
Lusting immaturity.

Sinister indeed
Blood stricken walls
Seminal saturated linens
Ripping flesh
Bruised, beaten.

She fights, she claws
She questions, she begs.

Her pain is breath
Screams are life
Rampant adrenaline
Forbidden terror.

He craves, she prays
Haunting lies
Disturbing cries
Masculinity falters.

Fantasy in
Reality out.

Sinner's delusion is this saints reality.
These monsters walk among us.