I really hate this feeling. It's like my mind is possessed by the worst possible spirit. My head is burning. My chest is on fire. I don't actually want to hurt anyone but listening to a pathetic little girl whine about her shit and how the world has cursed her puts my brain in knots.

I have to fight to keep my dick from getting hard. I honestly dont mean to. I listen and empathize so well that you feel "safe" opening up to me. They share details that you'd hesitate to share with a therapist. I provide so much comfort that you think maybe you're healing. The entire time I'm dripping precum just imaging the horrible shit I will do to you.

I just want to cut through all the fat and bullshit. No more putting on appearances, no more dates, no more "getting to know you".

You're just a warm sleeve for me and I want to drag you by the hair into a dark room while you're kicking and screaming because your worst nightmare is about to come true.

All the things they told you about men being animals; true.

I want to fuck you raw until you cum so hard that it fucks up your brain chemistry for a decade. I want you scared of pregnancy but too ashamed to test. I want you trolling subreddits desperate for anyone to tell you that you're normal.

I want you to hate yourself every time you see my name in your phone because you tell yourself that you just want closure but really seeing it gets you wet and achy.

I want to ruin you just so I can get my dick wet, and have a moments release. Maybe I am just a monster.