Hello my name is well known and will never be forgotten
dont focus on that right now because it is my power over you and your disbelief of it that is important
for example i was strolling through a park and noticed a dove with its hatchlings
so i reached up and grabbed it
and i stroked it , caressing ever feather
then i finally reached for a talon and with a little pressure... snap .. its broken
not a drastic wound , it just make the bird walk a little gimpy
then i start plucking feathers from its head
next i shatter its left wing and strip it of any feathers. While it chirps in agony , its hatchling watch in fear
then i set it back in its next and come back tomorrow
i find the gruesome bird again and pick it up
This time i stroke down to its legs
and with a little pressure... snap... snap..
no more walking
i being to slowly puck every feather
one by one
but leaving the right wing completly untouched
i clip its singing chords and break its beak shut
i lay it down in the nest surrouned by its hatchling
with only the perfectg wing to remind them of what once was
i wrap my hand around the birds neck squeezing tighter and tighter ... but then i let go and walk away
i mark another tally on my wrist and let time do the rest.
hello my name is cancer
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Hello my name is well known and will never be forgotten
dont focus on that right now because it is my power over you and your disbelief of it that is important
for example i was strolling through a park and noticed a dove with its hatchlings
so i reached up and grabbed it
and i stroked it , caressing ever feather
then i finally reached for a talon and with a little pressure... snap .. its broken
not a drastic wound , it just make the bird walk a little gimpy
then i start plucking feathers from its head
next i shatter its left wing and strip it of any feathers. While it chirps in agony , its hatchling watch in fear
then i set it back in its next and come back tomorrow
i find the gruesome bird again and pick it up
This time i stroke down to its legs
and with a little pressure... snap... snap..
no more walking
i being to slowly puck every feather
one by one
but leaving the right wing completly untouched
i clip its singing chords and break its beak shut
i lay it down in the nest surrouned by its hatchling
with only the perfectg wing to remind them of what once was
i wrap my hand around the birds neck squeezing tighter and tighter ... but then i let go and walk away
i mark another tally on my wrist and let time do the rest.
hello my name is cancer
