# Prison On Paper Author: Werefox Inari Sachi Tags: Angst, Poetry Yeah, well... I was feeling fucked up as shit today. Sorry for letting my inner loonie wander around on a keyboard with a Word Processor. Demon child you knew a place We could be together still Emotions forge a prison Keep me locked away from you   Warmth. Warmth trickles down my forehead, as she embraces, pants, a stream of drool from a wolf's tongue. I am the one who is mounted now, not you--not in sexual enrapturement, no, this is for me in a different, warmer way. I recieved love from a delusion--a fantasy. I turn to return, to turn her eye to me-- But in a turn of the hourglass, she is gone from me.   No, demon child; my fantasy-- Don't go, don't stay on paper still Don't torment me here with silent standing Empty lonely days.   Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha... Hahahahahahahaha...   Everything's broken. BROKEN! This is not how it was meant to be-- I BELONG ON THAT PAPER! Get me out of this filthy, wretched skin!   Bring me back to you! Obsession! That a piece of filthy pornography Can dominate my days Can shake me so--drive me to wretched madness   Is this lonely, bitter me... The real me?   It's funny how--I hide from him. Funnier still--how such a medication Can earn nothing but shame and scorn Is it me, who hates myself--or are there Onlookers still, who scorn and jeer?   You know... me. Every whinging, whining, Angsty thing... Every cry of pain gets met with scorn. Can't they see that's not what I need?   Not what I want?   She's a substitute. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/214aJrYe