Author: boxjelly1 PM
my idea of the perfect man is horribly distorted. apparently only a possessive movie villain will do.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Romance - Words: 163 - Published: 02-06-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3098920
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Why am I always waiting for the fantasy?
When demanding life surrounds me
My mind becomes slicker than oil
And slips once again through
the cracks of reality, to fall into
the always waiting arms.
Wrapped in the coat of a killer
Sheltered by the Nazi's embrace.
Face grabbed by clawed hands
Forced to look upon the demons of hell
Only to cling to the red muscle that
Bulges against my mortal frame
Longing only to intrigue the beast
And needing to be consumed.
What does it say about my character?
The girl who prefers the
Gentle side of evil,
That likely doesn't exist,
Over the sheltered holes of conversation
That stinks of frightened expectations.
Why do I live in a world
Where boys pretend to be men
But never step up to the challenge?
Why has my ideal become a man
Who's possessive nature
Borders on the abusive
And makes me think
That I deserve that passion.