xPoexBeesMommeex's blog: "Scrawlings of a Mad Theorist"

Dark.
Light.
Shades of Gray.
Why does it matter?
Why does what? you say.

They're around. They stay.
They lurk. They creep.
They gaze and glare,
Hoping you'll feel their stare..

And feel their breath on your neck..
and that you'll get a lump in your throat..
biting your tongue, hiding your fear..
you know they're closer, you know they're near.
each day they get closer.. closer.. closer.. 
And they're at your the back of your heels..
Toying with your mind, cranking the wheels.
Each meal, could be your last meal.

Fate? Chance?

Sorry, I don't play with dice.
I'm in it all the way, regardless of price.
Might be wrong, I could care less..

Playing with fire..
"Don't you'll get burned!" 
Sorry bitch, I'm a pyro.
Besides, they'll get what they earned.
Pain they yearn for?
For others, perhaps..
But, they won't get any from me.
I won't give in.
I won't release.

Unleash the beast.
Unleash the freak.
Unclasp the harness,
Set me free.