Ever feel that no one understands you? That those urges you feel, the need to hear the thud of a fist hitting flesh, the drip of blood pooling, the low moan of a soul being broken, will only be enjoyed in solitude?
What the less enlightened among us run fom in fear and horror, I embrace. I understand because I feel the same desperate urges.
I understand what you feel because I feel it too.
I crave filth.
Blood.
Suffering.
Breaking.
Release.
Call Me.
Tara
