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His fingers twitched and his eyes burned

His fingers twitched and his eyes burned.
For the forty second time that week he wanted to kill someone.
He wanted to kill anyone.
He wanted to hurt and maim.
Didn’t matter who or how, it would never be the same.
He wanted to pick people up
And shake them.
Burn them
And learn them.
Wanted darkness to prevail
Wanted to command flesh searing hail
With characters that would never pale.

His fingers stitched and his body yearned.
He wanted to ravage flesh in ways that had never been done.
He envisioned penetration while wielding a loaded gun
Finger on the trigger as he practiced his aim
Pleasure pours forth as he fills her with blame.
He wanted to pick people up
And claim them
Name them
And bang them.
Wanted his crimes put up for sale
Wanted pleasure without fail
With characters that lived in a bloody tale.

His fingers itched and his mind churned.
He would never be satisfied in the long run
All his work would always be outdone.
He wasn’t in it for the fame
And he didn’t care if failure brought him shame.
He wanted to pick people up
And create them
Shape them
And break them
Wanted to squeeze them as they flail
Wanted to murder on a massive scale
With characters he could never curtail.

There were so many things he was dying to write, but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate.

His fingers twitched and his eyes burned

superville

Miami, United States

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i was suffering from severe writer’s block. so i wrote about it.

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