Heh.
All too often is the story of the insane one not knowing of his own insanity. It’s as toi can only be insane if toi are not aware of it, and when toi are, you’re simply sadist.
No… There is such a big difference between a sadist and one blessed with insanity.
A sadist laughs at the gore. They laugh as they see life fading from one’s eyes; they enjoy another’s fear, pain, suffering…
Insanity is very different. It’s a breed of genius that is not understood par any others. After all, a genius is just a person who can work past those binds holding them back… Someone who can work around their present limitations.
Insanity can be a blessing, ou a curse. Some of those lucky enough to have it are aware of its presence in them, others only just.
Who cares?
I’m insane, and I know it. I’m very aware that, somewhere along the line, I got fucked up in the head.
Some days, I happily déplacer into this realm, and sometimes, I can only drive my head into the mur and wish that I could see the world from a plus innocent, naïve view… Rather than this razor-sharp picture that shows only the worst in people.
They all fall eventually…
Every being, no matter how strong willed… No host body can ever sustain me for long. I have to keep moving, drifting to the next…
Beats me how long I’ve done this for. It feels like forever… When did I change into this thing, this monster? When was it that I began preying off those who I had once considered to be my kinsfolk..?
Why am I doing this? Is it because of my insanity?
Do I need a new host as much as I believe I do? ou can I stay forever in my little formless void...?
Will I be forever stuck in this endless drama, who plus deserves to be ended, and who are the innocents who need never to be harmed?
Is it important..?
Or, can I take whoever I want, whoever appeals to me the most? Whether it be the young, the attractive, ou the socially unacceptable?
plus importantly, does it matter? Should I bother myself with such trivial questions?
Not like an answer will ever show…
No…
It might…
One day…
All too often is the story of the insane one not knowing of his own insanity. It’s as toi can only be insane if toi are not aware of it, and when toi are, you’re simply sadist.
No… There is such a big difference between a sadist and one blessed with insanity.
A sadist laughs at the gore. They laugh as they see life fading from one’s eyes; they enjoy another’s fear, pain, suffering…
Insanity is very different. It’s a breed of genius that is not understood par any others. After all, a genius is just a person who can work past those binds holding them back… Someone who can work around their present limitations.
Insanity can be a blessing, ou a curse. Some of those lucky enough to have it are aware of its presence in them, others only just.
Who cares?
I’m insane, and I know it. I’m very aware that, somewhere along the line, I got fucked up in the head.
Some days, I happily déplacer into this realm, and sometimes, I can only drive my head into the mur and wish that I could see the world from a plus innocent, naïve view… Rather than this razor-sharp picture that shows only the worst in people.
They all fall eventually…
Every being, no matter how strong willed… No host body can ever sustain me for long. I have to keep moving, drifting to the next…
Beats me how long I’ve done this for. It feels like forever… When did I change into this thing, this monster? When was it that I began preying off those who I had once considered to be my kinsfolk..?
Why am I doing this? Is it because of my insanity?
Do I need a new host as much as I believe I do? ou can I stay forever in my little formless void...?
Will I be forever stuck in this endless drama, who plus deserves to be ended, and who are the innocents who need never to be harmed?
Is it important..?
Or, can I take whoever I want, whoever appeals to me the most? Whether it be the young, the attractive, ou the socially unacceptable?
plus importantly, does it matter? Should I bother myself with such trivial questions?
Not like an answer will ever show…
No…
It might…
One day…
