The model of abuse

I'm scared
Destroyed
Noone really hurt me
Nothing to complain abaot
But I'm hurting like the real ones.
I'm just perfectly abused
So Geniuses taist me
Tormented me so Noone could see
The golden thin line they kept,
Keeping sosiety from seeing it.
Just Satan's shild
But nothing really wrong ever happend.
Just the threatening Woises,
The ugly commanding abusing Woises in my head.

Once I was hitten with a belt, and then they beat me for eating food then they sent me to a sadist who mistreated me.
Then I became dangerous.

But nothing really happened to me.

Hurting
But can't complain

The model of torture, filth and danger

Feels like the demond left the building

I'm shure Mara has something to do with my odd behaviour...
But this time she was kinda fun, it isn't fun when she's fall into love with you ore want to kill you.

I undressed my soul naked

So naked
Feeling the cold cross
On my body
I'm wondreble
Sceard
Klimbing to my faith
My conviction

Hill Satan 

Is the Devil ok with this?

Here the devil have to make up his apinnion if this is OK by satan.
Check out this article.
Static cult

Supporting the darksideries

Gives me a headache...
But some of their respective devilishly actions may look grotesque and beautiful at the same thing.
The Devils own Geniuses...

To create something beautiful as an angel the soul must know the darkside and turn it into gold and black Diamonds.

The newest in the alcomy world?:
Tits + shit equal gold

Practicing Uglyness (pretend play)

I'm really a nice, kind girl. I'm trying to be eavil. A challenge from a deamond like creature.
So I feel real ugly, I am ugly now.
I suppose to be cold hartless with no regret.
Doing things that are insane on a tiny level.
I may have broke some golden rules. Maybe there is a law against it to. Then I'm an eavil criminal.
My conscience is heavy and got s tomick ace.
What if they find out what I've done.
Well what's done is done. No return, can't be fixed.
I have to ly myself out of this one.

So now I'm practising not giving a deam. Cold as ice.

FOR THE RECORD :
This is only a simulated situation with a bit of evilness that's got a thread in reality (nothing serious) to make this as real as possible. Right now it feels like I killed somebody and trying to hide it.
I've just writing abaot what's going through my head, cus this is fucking interesting.

The architect

Satan's Geniuses http://flip.it/sWwMn

Sociopath / psykopat

I'm one
Hurting the people around me
Don't see it before it's to late
And tears and broken hearts
Chaos
Destroying behavior
I'm an asshole
A monster without feelings ore regret
I'm no good.
Bad woman with a fucked up mind
I'm brockend
I don't work like the other humans do, I something else.
Uglyness...
Ice cold
A mess fucked with to mutch...
Hwo made me this way?
Sickness I'm born with?
If there is someone to blame, they had their fun
Victory for the designer of me... Evil
Satan is responsible for me...