How I envy you that can express yourself through vulnerable
emotionality.

My emotions are imprisoned; I can only express myself
through dark insanity.

Only high prison walls around my soul are what you will be
able to see.

You would have to sign up for a guided tour through my dark penitentiary.

Oh, don’t be afraid, it’s alright I’m not a psychopath.

I’m just a simple man, of simple thoughts and pleasures, a
mere sociopath.

But be for warned; my fantasies are a calamity of twisted
jungle vines.

Like a never ending labyrinth where dark thoughts entwine.

But I applaud all of those who can surrender to feelings and
let them all out.

I love how your emotions flow out like water from a spout.

My emotions stay in solitary confinement with prison guards
on high alert.

My emotions have taken a torturing vow of silence, words
never allowed to blurt.

I don’t know how to write something down and be emotionally
literal.

I can only twist and turn the experience and make it rather cynical.

For example, let’s just say a man’s actions have left me
very angry and bitter.

I would then write about a fantasy of flushing his castrated
penis down the shitter.

And that’s just small example of how my stories are told.

I guess we’ll have to wait and see what other dark tale will
unfold.