Pointing fingers-

Lay the blame.

Armchair winners-

Play great games.

No one's perfect,

Not I nor you.

Words are worthless-

Without follow-through.

Talk is cheap-

Egos scream.

Actions speak-

Beyond daydreams.

We're ALL broken.

Yes, I said it.

When words are spoken...

Don't forget this!

We are what we do

And not what we say.

Seek wisdom, be truth;

And have a great day.

Go.

Start golden.

Be kind.

Souls- 

Embolden;

Feed minds.

Do the work.

Stop the games.

True, there's perks.

Share the same.

Faces talk;

Hands uplift.

Bullshit walks;

Use your gifts.

Festering ignorance,

Retarded distractions,

Pestering arrogance-

False started reactions.

Judge those you don't know.

Hate those you ignore.

Keep telling, don't show!

Consume sh*t, more and more.

I can feel your movements-

in the darkness. 

My breath falls lightly on your neck- 

as I wait for you to die. 

You've seen me before; 

but, you never seem to care. 

YOU don't f*cking care about ME! You NEVER care! I've ALWAYS got your back! 

I will always have your back... 

I will follow you... 

forever... 

I promise.

I love you.

I need you.

I whisper to you, as you sleep. 

I dream of your death-

As I touch you softly in the night.

We will always be together.

We kinda live together now-

And I promise you-

I will see your death.

I will hear your final gasp.

I will follow you...

When you see the last light.

I will take you-

In the end-

And, in those moments,

You will know...

I've been here-

With you-

Forever...

I saw you walking, many times.

Followed that sweet scent.

You saw me, too.

I know you knew.

I thought we might be friends.

You smiled.

I took it as a sign.

Days and days went by.

I looked for you.

What did I do?

You've been gone for quite some time.

I stopped by your apartment-

Circled 'round the back.

I lost my nerve.

These thoughts, absurd,

Distracted me from your attack...

Now, my head is throbbing.

My wrists are bound and sore.

Why am I gagged?

What's in that bag?

I don't think I like you, anymore.

I must've stalked a widow-

Now, I'm stranded in her trap.

How many days-

Had I been her prey?

It was then I felt a slap.

You are mine, she whispered.

Your friends all think you're dead.

You took the bait.

Now, it's too late.

You're stuck here in my head.

Let's play a game, she giggled.

You've got some time to spare.

I heard a noise-

Then, saw her toys-

And heard her softly swear.

F*ck, a knife is missing-

She muttered as she searched.

I formed a plan-

With knife in hand.

I just hoped that it would work.

Breaking free, I stabbed her-

And went rushing for the door.

I'd run away-

There'd come a day-

I wouldn't want her anymore.

Yet, when I started outside,

My vision blurred and turned to red.

The entire scene-

Felt like a dream-

I woke up- strapped to a bed.

You are mine, forever-

I heard her softly say.

You saw me walking; 

But, it was I, stalking-

And, now, you're here to stay...

You'll never get away, she said.

I'll never get away...

Yaaah! F*ck! Simultaneous pain and pleasure coursed through me, from the tips of my curling toes to the top of my blood-soaked and thrashing head. Life, love, light... all had gone as I had come. She stayed, slowly grinding, as I breathed my last- her hands covered in my blood and her c*nt full of my seed. She couldn't help but shiver and moan as she took my life. The last thing I felt... was her pleasure. The last thing I heard... was her ecstasy. My fiancee, now turned femme fatale, had found her la petite mort, in more ways than one. I saw a light; then, I saw darkness; now, all I see is gray.

My funeral was a bit... confusing. Friends, family, strangers and, oddly enough, even enemies huddled by my grave as they lowered me into the ground. I hadn't seen most of these people in over a decade. Most of them didn't even realize that I had been engaged. In fact, the two people I had seen the most, my fiancee and her ex, seemed to be lost in a world of their own, completely ignorant of the people who had actually loved me. Sure, she was grieving- desperately sobbing as she clutched at what's-his-name's arm and dabbed her smeared mascara with a tissue. Yet, somehow, in the midst of her mourning, she had thought it fitting to wear her new engagement ring- a cheap ring that matched the one on her (former?) lover's hand. Nobody noticed but me.

A week passed. As usual, a few days were spent sorting my property- and, then, my friends and family dispersed, like errant leaves upon the wind. Only "they" remained, for they had a life to plan... together. I wonder how much planning they must have done before I died. I wonder why she betrayed me. I wonder why I'm still here, pacing the halls of a hotel where my former fiancee very recently married a sh*tbag from her past. They were in that room... and I knew what honeymooners tended to do. I knew what was going on...

I heard a giggle, one that I knew quite well, come from the other side of the door. She was drunk... and she was horny. I'm sure he felt the same. Liquor and lust always lead to the same things, just not always by the same paths. Curiosity took me, wondering and wandering, to their bedside- and, for just a moment, as I stared at his motionless form, I wondered if she had done it again. A moment passed as I waited for signs of life. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he snored... and she giggled. She was riding him in his sleep- both of them far too drunk to care about anything. I crawled into his unconscious mind- and felt his body as if it were my own. (Possession was easier than I thought!) I moved "my" hands; and, suddenly, I could feel her again, giggling and swaying exactly as she had done the night she killed me. God, she still felt good! I opened my eyes, his eyes, to see her sloppy smile above me as she slurred pillow talk I had never heard. I had almost forgotten what she had done; but, that settled it. F*ck this murderous succubus. She had taken my life in our bedroom; and, now, she would feel the same confusion I had known. I began to move beneath her- and she laughed as she leaned in to kiss me. I kissed her deeply, biting her lip gently as I pulled her hair. She moaned as her bouncing rhythm increased; I could feel her p*ssy tighten as she clawed my back, throwing her head back and gasping as she came. She slowed her pace and shivered repeatedly as she cooed to herself, her fingers softly probing the growing wetness between her legs. She giggled and fell over, drunken and delirious, her legs and arms sprawled across the bed. She wanted more... and so did I. I slid into her softly, tucking her legs beneath my arms as we began to rock back and forth. I would let her have her fun again. I would give her pleasure, again. Rolling her onto her stomach, I grabbed her hair and bit her neck... hard. She begged me to f*ck her, groaning into the pillow that she was a nasty whore. I rubbed my wet d*ck on her ass and rammed it in. She screamed in pain, then started rocking backwards, one hand fondling her clit as the other gripped the headboard. Hours seemed to pass as sweat poured from our bodies. I gripped her thighs, roughly, as I began to feel an orgasm on its way. Her body tensed as my hands moved to her head, the beginnings of her own orgasm taking its hold. Her face inches from the headboard, she giggled drunkenly as her holes tightened. Thrusting wildly and ready to come, my grip tightened on her hair. She shook and moaned in pleasure, screaming that she wanted me to come. I could hold off no longer. I continued to thrust as I emptied myself inside her ass; and, right as I finished, she came again, her mouth gaping as her head pushed back into my hand. She moaned something unintelligible and I pushed my hand forward as hard as I could. Her face met the headboard without resistance and I could feel her neck snap as she crumpled into the pillows. I watched the light leave her eyes from the drunken mind of her former lover. She had ended in pleasure, just as I had. Now, we were even. Now, I could finally fall asleep. Now, I could rest...

*The cops would show up in the morning, just in time to find a semi-conscious sh*tbag crying over the corpse of a murderous whore. I don't know if he knew... and I don't really care. In death, do we part...

Fucking shit. Rancid flatulence belches from the carton and triggers epiphanies. Everything rots. We're all just mutated slime in perpetual decay, disgusting meatsacks filled with sticky goo, rotting vertically as we destroy life to continue our own existence. Evolution is necessary violence. Fight or flight, do or die, eat or be eaten, fall or survive. Murder is in our blood. Intentional or accidental, death comes too soon for some; but, death will come, in time, for all. Soft, fleshy, bloody death magnets. So many ways to die. So many ways to kill. Deprive them of air. Relieve them of blood. Destroy the heart. Poison the body. Burn the skin. Addle the mind. Crush, shock, decapitate, et al- Death infinitum. Death is the only thing we truly know. Through the knowledge of our own weaknesses, we realize the weaknesses, and inevitable "system failure", of those like us. It's not difficult to take a life. It's not hard to extinguish a soul- nor is it impossible to disembody a consciousness. All it takes is intensive harm... or extensive neglect. Murder the ignorance. Don't take lives; take care of life.

I had noticed her before, with her messy bun of unkempt hair and her slightly lumpy figure. She was a crazy cat lady in the making, for sure. She was a loner, quietly doing her work, balancing her outdated glasses on her cute little nose, ignored by almost everyone... which worked out well for me.

Late one night, I came back to the office to find her sitting at her desk, staring off into space.

"You alright, sweetheart?" I asked, as I walked over to her desk. 

She jumped... and smiled! Some part of me instantly melted- and another, quickly hardened. My heart began to race.

"It's you!", she giggled. "I was just daydreaming about you...". She trailed off, her giggle fading to a heavy sigh. 

I felt her blushing. I saw her blushing, flushing. I heard the nervousness in her breath, so rhythmic and heated. She slowly stood up and stepped closer, her eyes as steady as her breath was quick.

"I want you,"she whispered softly, "and I can see you want me, too." She pressed herself against me as she sweetly licked her lips. Her hand found my zipper while her tongue traced my ear. I moaned, involuntarily, and she caught my lips gently with her own. Our tongues entwined as she pulled my hands to her ass, where the moisture of her panties had begun to soak through.

"I want to taste you first," she exhaled, "and then you can taste me." She looked at me slyly as she undid my pants. "Deal?"

I barely managed a shaky "hell yes" before she pushed me down into her chair and dropped to her knees.

"This won't take long," she whispered, as she pulled off my pants and smiled that beautiful fucking smile, "The first one's the easiest." 

She ran her tongue up my shaft and slowly swallowed me whole, softly kneading me with one hand. Her mouth was sensuous satin as she sucked and fondled; and, soon, very soon, I felt a familiar tingle.

"I, uhh, I, honey, umm, gonna, cum, please..." Wet fingers grazed my lips as I moaned; and she smiled as my hands gripped her shirt.

"I want it right now, baby," she murmured, "right fucking now." She suddenly pulled and licked my tip, then sucked so softly and sweetly that my vision blurred. Stars exploded. I unloaded what felt like two gallons down her throat. My body twitched and she laughed as she continued to lick me. Her hands had found their way to her wetness and I fell to the floor, dizzily, eager to do the same.

"It's your turn now," I whispered in her ear, as she touched herself and sighed softly, shivering slightly in anticipation. Moving to her chair, she laid back, smiling, her hands spreading her wetness as I began to softly savor the different textures of her... sweetness. I couldn't get enough. Her hands gripped my head and her hips began to grind as I teased her, worshipped her, with my tongue. She began to mumble something but, then gasped and bit her lip. She moaned and breathed in short, heavy bursts as her nails raked my neck. I felt her twitch and tighten, right before she let out a muffled moan and drenched everything in her juices, her lips quivering and her legs twitching as she climaxed and shook. She giggled and sighed, contentedly. I smiled and laughed, enjoying her taste on my lips and her scent in the air. Groping, rolling, falling into me, she lazily kissed me- and giggled, again.

She smiled. 

I smiled...

Change- is the only constant. Order can be found if sought; but... chaos is inherent. 

Break it down. 

Break down. 

Break. 

Down. 

Dawn. 

Done. 

Day breaks. The light is the chaos. We find strange comfort in this accepted change, in this perpetual cycle of breaking and falling, rising and setting. 

We live to see the light. 

We know it will get dark. 

We imagine a place where darkness and chaos do not exist, some utopian hodgepodge of warmth, light, security, and comfort. We daydream of a heavenly stasis where all is good and all is well, forever and ever, and on and yawn and on.

And, yawn... 

Fuck that shit. 

Sure, a properly positive existence can be defined by harmonic balance. That doesn't mean it's sustainable nor does it really mean that it's supposed to be exclusive. Change will happen. It's one of the few things we truly know. Life itself is change. Change is chaos. Life is chaos. While living, we are presented with a constant choice. Accept the chaotic change -or- be the positive change. The choice is simple. Break down with the chaos or break the chaos down.

Order up.

Here's your change.