Post by emokid on Apr 12, 2008 9:44:21 GMT -6
(Emo Kid Stands in a dark alley)
How dare you. How dare you, Wench. How dare you even compare yourself to me. You think that just because oyu had a dark period in your life that makes you "dark." You, lighting up those 99 cent candles from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, is going to prove anything to me, you're a damn foolish woman. I am darkness. I am what reigns at night. I scare children. When baby Damien wakes up crying, it's because he saw me in his sleep. Think of baby Damien then think of the udder confusion he experiences when he doesn't know who you are. It's grim isn't it.
(A rat scurries along, Emo Kid picks it up, he laughs menacingly, the rat shakes in fear)
Wench, when I was a child, I had no toys. I had torture. I was about 8 years old, and this rat came about. I had a fork in my hand, and I stabbed it with the fork. It brought along this orgasmic feeling. I wanted more.
(Begins to laugh)
I stuck it in deeper, and deeper. The stench of dead filled the room, and I wanted more. I crave more pain, and I crave to give more pain. In my eyes, Wench, you're the rat, and I'm going to stick this fork in deeper, and deeper, and there's no stop in what I'm going to do. I'm going to make you beg for an easier time. I don't take things lightly, I put the emphasis on it.
(Laughs menacingly)
How dare you. How dare you, Wench. How dare you even compare yourself to me. You think that just because oyu had a dark period in your life that makes you "dark." You, lighting up those 99 cent candles from Bed, Bath, and Beyond, is going to prove anything to me, you're a damn foolish woman. I am darkness. I am what reigns at night. I scare children. When baby Damien wakes up crying, it's because he saw me in his sleep. Think of baby Damien then think of the udder confusion he experiences when he doesn't know who you are. It's grim isn't it.
(A rat scurries along, Emo Kid picks it up, he laughs menacingly, the rat shakes in fear)
Wench, when I was a child, I had no toys. I had torture. I was about 8 years old, and this rat came about. I had a fork in my hand, and I stabbed it with the fork. It brought along this orgasmic feeling. I wanted more.
(Begins to laugh)
I stuck it in deeper, and deeper. The stench of dead filled the room, and I wanted more. I crave more pain, and I crave to give more pain. In my eyes, Wench, you're the rat, and I'm going to stick this fork in deeper, and deeper, and there's no stop in what I'm going to do. I'm going to make you beg for an easier time. I don't take things lightly, I put the emphasis on it.
(Laughs menacingly)
