This Broken Place of Control

“ This broken place of Control ” I wish to break the very will of those around me to their screaming of mercy. I wish to overtake their white innocents tainting there bodies. Yet I know So much of them don’t know pain ,but in that I wish to teach them more than pain ,but chaos to the point of lashing. I will drown them in their own pity and in the darkness I will force them to submission. I will take them into the deep of my iniquity the very center of my being. In this place they will be tore in and out devoured by every perverse thought violent like the wind. It is I who will pull the trigger to this pandemonium and never will there be control but discontent in every form and no control but brawling. Never will this end because it has only began and now you’ll burn. It will never end ,but continually there will be pain. To the quenching of the burning flames will you become cold and there will be no warmth, your very soul will feel the frigid darkness. You will grope around in pain and become broken. It wont stop! There is no end to this darkness because like glass you’ve been broken and never will you be put back together. Like glass look inside yourself you are flawed never will it change