I think this would be better in Manga Format with pretty pictures. I can
draw both the people involved, but not settings, or in the Manga frames.
Anyone want to help?
Brownie Points to whoever figures this one out!
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Obsession...
Sick and twisted, you can call it that.
Morally wrong, against god, and against nature, you may say.
Feh, as if I need the opinions from the likes of you.
Besides if such thoughts brings so much pleasure to myself, then why should I drop them for some preconceived notion of right and wrong?
I make my own rules.
Watching him play, so innocent, so unaware... And so alone, painfully alone.
I made it so you are alone.
I weave the webs of lies and hatred that isolated you from those undeserving fools, watching in shadows as my planted seeds grow and then burst into bloom.
They give you the cold shoulder, whisper insults behind your back,
Sorry, but they have no right to even think about looking at you, let alone be friends.
It pains me to see you shed tears for the hardships I created for you.
But, I delight in how you cling to me after the day is over; as though I am the only one who matters in this world---
Well, that is true, only I mattered at all. The rest of the world can go to hell.
After all, your mine, mine, mine, and has always been.
Only I was there to protect you in the darkest of hours and most frightening of nightmares.
Stay mine, forget about the others, that's all I ask for in return.
But no, you have to be normal, playing with worthless imbeciles, playing ball with them, laughing on the merry-go-round, surrounded by the filthy masses of humanity.
I need you here, you are mine, get it?
That's why I spread those rumors, those little lies, making them loath and fear your presence.
The opposite of hatred is not love, but apathy, for desire and hatred are the same side of the coin, just a small flicker of it, and one force become it's polar opposite, but with the same amount of passion.
Apathy, if you care not for the world, you will not dirty yourself with those wretched people, you'll stay close to me as you're suppose to.
You are mine, no matter how many times they try to take you, you are mine and mine alone.
Only I can touch you, dry those pretty crystalline tears from your stormy eyes.
Not the so-call family, not those two, If possible, I would murder them if they lay a filthy paw on you.
Not those idiots that declared themselves as our friends-
I should spread my web there, drive them away with fear, hatred, disgust, all those negative emotions.
But then you would cry so bitterly, which always breaks my heart.
Until you come running to me, to be protected from the cruel world.
A cruel world of my creation, just so you know you're real place..
But you don't have to know that.
I make you happy, only I can do that.
Its called Conditioning, do you know that? Of course you don't.
Associate an activity with a negative experience, and you won't do it.
Enforce the desire action with a positive reward, and it grows from there.
Cast the world away, they do not need to interfere with us.
Say those pretty little words, and I'll give pleasure and happiness beyond your imagination.
Say you want me.
Say you need me.
Only me.
Perhaps you will say you desire me as you clung to me like an oasis in a desert.
For I'm the only comfort in the harsh world who cares.
You need not to know the games I play with the fools, so they stay away from you.
All you need to know you are mine.
Obsession?
I call it getting my just deserts.
Brownie Points to whoever figures this one out!
***
Obsession...
Sick and twisted, you can call it that.
Morally wrong, against god, and against nature, you may say.
Feh, as if I need the opinions from the likes of you.
Besides if such thoughts brings so much pleasure to myself, then why should I drop them for some preconceived notion of right and wrong?
I make my own rules.
Watching him play, so innocent, so unaware... And so alone, painfully alone.
I made it so you are alone.
I weave the webs of lies and hatred that isolated you from those undeserving fools, watching in shadows as my planted seeds grow and then burst into bloom.
They give you the cold shoulder, whisper insults behind your back,
Sorry, but they have no right to even think about looking at you, let alone be friends.
It pains me to see you shed tears for the hardships I created for you.
But, I delight in how you cling to me after the day is over; as though I am the only one who matters in this world---
Well, that is true, only I mattered at all. The rest of the world can go to hell.
After all, your mine, mine, mine, and has always been.
Only I was there to protect you in the darkest of hours and most frightening of nightmares.
Stay mine, forget about the others, that's all I ask for in return.
But no, you have to be normal, playing with worthless imbeciles, playing ball with them, laughing on the merry-go-round, surrounded by the filthy masses of humanity.
I need you here, you are mine, get it?
That's why I spread those rumors, those little lies, making them loath and fear your presence.
The opposite of hatred is not love, but apathy, for desire and hatred are the same side of the coin, just a small flicker of it, and one force become it's polar opposite, but with the same amount of passion.
Apathy, if you care not for the world, you will not dirty yourself with those wretched people, you'll stay close to me as you're suppose to.
You are mine, no matter how many times they try to take you, you are mine and mine alone.
Only I can touch you, dry those pretty crystalline tears from your stormy eyes.
Not the so-call family, not those two, If possible, I would murder them if they lay a filthy paw on you.
Not those idiots that declared themselves as our friends-
I should spread my web there, drive them away with fear, hatred, disgust, all those negative emotions.
But then you would cry so bitterly, which always breaks my heart.
Until you come running to me, to be protected from the cruel world.
A cruel world of my creation, just so you know you're real place..
But you don't have to know that.
I make you happy, only I can do that.
Its called Conditioning, do you know that? Of course you don't.
Associate an activity with a negative experience, and you won't do it.
Enforce the desire action with a positive reward, and it grows from there.
Cast the world away, they do not need to interfere with us.
Say those pretty little words, and I'll give pleasure and happiness beyond your imagination.
Say you want me.
Say you need me.
Only me.
Perhaps you will say you desire me as you clung to me like an oasis in a desert.
For I'm the only comfort in the harsh world who cares.
You need not to know the games I play with the fools, so they stay away from you.
All you need to know you are mine.
Obsession?
I call it getting my just deserts.
