Twisted Stories

Welcome to the funhouse, a place of dim light, acrid smoke, and twisting mirrors Where truth becomes lies, facts become pointless, hope is an act of desperation, and lies become creeds A place of unconditional love, where people hate you, because they love you, without ever knowing you Where the tolerant among us, are the most intolerant around, open-minded to all the things, they agree with completely In this place of in...

Sick and twisted me Lost in deviant sin The sweet taste of salt The tangy scent of honey Sweat and skin, Water and earth. Sick and deviant me Lost in twisted delight The slap of moving flesh The growl of anguished ecstasy Gasp and breathe Air and fire. Languid soul v. roaring heart Eloquent sigh v. sordid mouth Oh yes, please, Deviant and twisted me. ~ Sweet and delicate me Masked and yet laid bare The innocence of an ang...