Break me, for I work too well…

"You and me, we sweat and strain
Body all aching, and wracked with pain
And we get weary, sick of trying
Tired of living, but scared of dying."

It’s time to buckle down now, and get this nuclear holocaust machine going… I have a strong desire, at the moment, to fight a battle that I can’t win. I’ve pulled myself out of this nasty, shocking, stressful, death infected, and degrading summer only to fall back into my throne and continue to day dream. I need a challenge that I can not overcome, especially in the wake of so many. I want to be taken. Owned. Destroyed. For the sake of justice, as taking and destroying seems to be what I do best naturally. Social games have lost their thrill, and suprises have become as rare as orgasms. I’m stuck in this mute, immoble, torture chamber…unable to break out and submit myself to the universe, where there’s bound to be some rewards. Instead I just have to peer between the bars through my eyes, and watch my body amble about it’s daily buisness. All the while my imprisoned persona is thrashing about, burning the cement walls, and pouring poison down the drain. SOMEONE STOP HIM!! I want to scream… but I’m never sure if it’s my body or the prisoner that wants to scream that.