The Nefarious NarcissistThe Nefarious Narcissistic Sadist
Glamorous violence or violent glamour,
Touch my heart and Ill snap you in half.
Silent sadistic nature, youll find
Im proud of it.
I look down towards the ground,
Kiss my hand, your mistress, believer.
Visions of torture or torturous visions,
Discover the silence of simple suggestions
Hold me close and Ill burn your soul.
Nefarious narcissist smiles, youll see
I enjoy this. I look upon you, from here.
Hold my hand, praise my glory.
A twisted smile stalks my face.
Thinking of all the things to say
Simple suggestions enslave you
To me. Mistress, Nefarious, sadistic,
Narcissist kisses your lips.
Trust, the weakness of the human race.
I cry, for my humanity. Find it,
Somewhere, even so its broken,
disintegrated, just dust. Just dust.
Broken bone, like the bones I broke.
Your chains against your skin.
I bound you like a pagan beast.
Tied you to my rock, ripped
Your intestines out,
My cold talons.
Love, cuts a slice in my
MelloXMatt Inexperienced hands-No. No Matt youre doing it all wrong. You have to move it round slowly, like this.
-Thats what I was doing!
-Your pushing it too hard, it'll come when its ready, be gentle.
-You werent being Gentle!?
-Well thats because I am experience at this!
-Experienced? L taught you like 3 days ago.
-But isnt it better this way. Think about I wont have to go for long periods of time without now!
-Everything always has to be about you doesnt it Mello.
-Thats perfect, stop, stop, stop! AMAZING! Now put it away so we can start cleaning up.
-Wow, we really made a mess again didnt we?
-The best way is to just lick it off, yummy...
-Stop it that tickles!
-look its rising all ready, what a perfect chocolate muffin, L will be proud.
Freedom of SpeachSpeech Without Freedom
I speak from within.
Silenced with disapproving eyes
I whisper words that cannot be said
Reproachful tones dampen my will.
I say now not what I mean
Smiles reach my hollowed face
I smile but not for pleasure.
Their words dance around a white aura
I slip my halo on for display.
With an experts song they speak of right and wrong
I sit in silence, nod and quietly disagree.
They wish not to hear my hated way.
I work around simple questions with complex answers
Less I taint their pure white wings
I speak as if to a young child
With such a terrible thought.
I lie to the theme of my disguise
Slip potions in their drink.
I pull an invisible string of words, marionettes.
Let they not see me
With judgmental eyes
After DeathWas it really necessary? Asked Isaak painfully.
Yes, no, well not really, but Dietrich was a costly expense to us. If you had done Dietrichs work it wouldve been done along time ago. Cains smirk was causing Isaak much pain and discomfort.
Do you realise we are the only ones left?
Just like it was in the beginning.
Dietrich was like my brother, started Isaak mournfully.
Oh come Kämpfer, we all know he was much more than that. Cain was now torturing Isaak, Did you do what I think you have done? Did you recover him?
Isaak bit his lip, telling Cain the truth was as good as confessing his love in front of the whole Vatican. But his silence had already spoken for him.
Oh Isaak, you are far too soft, mused Cain.
In the top tower Isaaks eyes met with a most pitiful sight. Dietrichs limp body, supported only by a vast array of his own inventions and old technol