She is a willow tree.

A slender goddess that allows my wind to caress her weary leaves.

A siren that harkens me to howl my rage into her ever yielding branches.

Eloquent, yet blissfully undefined.

My foot falls upon her path only to be swallowed by her shadow.

The god complex continues. I am all powerful.

SL and IO have had a major rift over me, actually. IO doesn’t care for me only for the fact that I am so close to her. I do not blame him. It would be something I would also take issue with were the tables turned. I, of course, could take advantage of this. However, that is not within my character. It would not be fair to her.

DA pissed me off last night. She has some fascination with RE but yet does not want to admit it, to me at least. However, as soon as he entered the picture last night, she had to go. I despise her weakness, and will make her pay for that insult. I can be a bastard when I choose. She will likely get the brunt of that tonight.

Being the flavor of the month around this group is not to my liking. I can see the women calculating just exactly how they are going to get me into bed. They want the trophy of being the first in my bed. A badge of honor, a ‘look at the Dominant I got!’ kind of thing.

Fuck them all. I am not without my patience.

I signed up for the S.A. I already have an idea who will ‘randomly’ be selected for my partner. She spoke with me yesterday, it was rather amusing. I see now exactly how this thing works.

My quote - ‘I want to drink the blood that my own hands have drawn from you. I want to ravage your flesh and crush your spirit under my heel. I want to sacrifice your body for my own sadistic pleasures. Loathe me, love me, it does not matter. You will yield. I am the song and you are the puppet that dances to my tune. ‘

The last two days have been filled with black. I can’t see the pale hand of reality any more. I crave, lust and prowl for the feint scent of her skin.

On that note:

SL and I talk, tease, and then have almost violent arguments. It is almost an expected and predictable event. In truth, it is likely my own fault that we do argue. I push and push until I have her backed into a corner. She fights back. And so it goes on. We keep going round and round, often back and forth in the same evening.

I am not fair to her in my own anger. I go for her throat on every occasion. I hate and love her, yet always do I want her close.

DA is searching for something from me. I am not so inclined to give it.

Old Lovers seem to want another foot in the door. I cannot push them out of it quickly enough.

Meanwhile life continues. It is raining and black outside, almost as if the weather obeys my wishes. Call me God. I am immortal.

Haven’t heard the song, but the lyrics are well suited for my mood. Only slightly adjusted for my own needs.
“Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You’re late for the execution…
If you’re not here soon
I’ll fuck your friend instead.”

Vicious are the ties that bind you to me,
Thorned leathers, how they dig in our skin,
Writhe under its unwithered grip and see,
The dark that binds us in our damning sin.

Malicious are the words screamed in our halls,
As two wolves let loose their impotent rage,
Cry the tears spawned as bleak sadness falls,
The ties loosened but never disengaged.

Seditious are the fists that fall upon my chest,
Marked with love and hate again renewed,
Violent does your heart beat within your breast,
Our love is blood and black passion imbued.