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| "...turn me into flesh, for I am nought but a dream" |
Every time I cut myself, I get horny. Every time I bleed, I want to taste it. Whenever I look at my knives, I imagine all the things that could be done with even just one of them. I want to be skinned, gutted, gored, mutilated, brutalized. I want to be decapitated, my neckhole fucked and soiled with cum. I want to be dragged outside, smashed against a branch and left to rot. Only then will I feel like I am real - life does not satisfy me.
This is not a suicide note, this is a fantasy. My suicide, my murder, It is my ultimate dream. I hope one day to become one with nature, rot as the corpses do and spring life through decay. My purpose in death will be to live on through the fester and die knowing I had a purpose. I currently live to serve, a toy for pleasure. I love to be used, abused, stitched then torn apart again.
Oh Mistress, please read this and know I need you more than ever. I need to be destroyed, I need you to cut me open and feel my cold, cold heart. Squeeze life, warmth and pleasure into it. Fuck me over and over until you cannot fuck me anymore and I no longer satisfy you. Send me off to class reeking of sex and death, I will proudly wear it. Cut me up and stitch me up before I go on dates, and make sure I tell no lies if asked about it.
I will decay, one day, and I will do so happily.
-ElisabethGoreWhore
This is not a suicide note, this is a fantasy. My suicide, my murder, It is my ultimate dream. I hope one day to become one with nature, rot as the corpses do and spring life through decay. My purpose in death will be to live on through the fester and die knowing I had a purpose. I currently live to serve, a toy for pleasure. I love to be used, abused, stitched then torn apart again.
Oh Mistress, please read this and know I need you more than ever. I need to be destroyed, I need you to cut me open and feel my cold, cold heart. Squeeze life, warmth and pleasure into it. Fuck me over and over until you cannot fuck me anymore and I no longer satisfy you. Send me off to class reeking of sex and death, I will proudly wear it. Cut me up and stitch me up before I go on dates, and make sure I tell no lies if asked about it.
I will decay, one day, and I will do so happily.
-ElisabethGoreWhore
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