The Unclean

Covered in rage. Sweating, shivering and coated in fresh puke, I sit awake in bed. My vision twitches opaque and flashes of pain rack the walls of my skull. I must have popped some of the newer stitches, I can feel the blood pouring down my chest and wrists. It feels as if my heart were to beat any faster, it would rip the fuck out of my chest and dance gleefully before me. More puke wants to be free, but I have long since mastered the art and science of holding it in; swallow, gasp, swallow. The now open wounds must have puke in them, they are stinging like hell, distracting me from the squirrels gnawing at my brain. Although not really sure where I am or what just happened, I know who did this and I know why. After 20 years in the grave, lingering in my broken past, she has come back for me. I guess it’s true, love never dies.

Gender: Male
Wishlist: (I’ll add this later)
Signs: Aries in the year of the Rat
Status: Taken, completely and utterly
Location: Every corner of the net
Gets me Hot: Sweet, mean, flirty creatures with tats, piercings, and of course, cold hands!
Body Mods: Some ink with more in the works. Eyebrow & ear piercings
Worst 1st Date: Well, what I remember of it anyways…

I suppose you could say that it lies within us all. Lurking deep within our soul. There it burns with embers of rage. Slowly gathering the seeds of madness to harvest the lives of everyone we know and love. A time to build up and a time to destroy. A time to love, kill, burn and mutilate!

Im not sure she understood my humor. She just sat there, staring blankly with a mixed expression of fear and panic. I could feel her utter desperation to escape.

“I’m not crazy,” just to reassure her. I suppose that if you have to reassure someone that you are not mentally unstable, simply telling them may not be the best approach.

Consumption: I acquire sustenance from a simple triad of products: Guinness, Nat Shermans & Monster Khaos