Vermilioncore
fear god
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A Cock and a Set of Balls
By Vermilioncore
I had awaken in distress for I suddenly became aware of this condition of mine. This state of being. This state of being male. This state of having a cock and a set of balls between my legs. The state of fear. For what is a human life worth? What cost is paid in order for a male being to commit himself to such an atrocity as life?
The question irks me. The question strums at the tendons in my heart. The fear begets fear of fear itself. And why are we told that there is nothing to fear but fear itself when fear itself cannot be feared — only felt?
Beyond the bedroom door, the awaiting terror doesn’t simmer. The anxiety doesn’t waver. The predicament only solidifies itself as what it always was — inescapable. And so another day to straddle. Another day to suffer. Another day to live as a perverted twisted villain. Another day where I want to be somewhere else other than wherever I am in the moment.
By Vermilioncore
I had awaken in distress for I suddenly became aware of this condition of mine. This state of being. This state of being male. This state of having a cock and a set of balls between my legs. The state of fear. For what is a human life worth? What cost is paid in order for a male being to commit himself to such an atrocity as life?
The question irks me. The question strums at the tendons in my heart. The fear begets fear of fear itself. And why are we told that there is nothing to fear but fear itself when fear itself cannot be feared — only felt?
Beyond the bedroom door, the awaiting terror doesn’t simmer. The anxiety doesn’t waver. The predicament only solidifies itself as what it always was — inescapable. And so another day to straddle. Another day to suffer. Another day to live as a perverted twisted villain. Another day where I want to be somewhere else other than wherever I am in the moment.
