creulty

What spurns a man or woman to commit to such a thing? such malice is found in various forms and insidious flavors. Often cruelty tastes as sweet as fruit, bitter as arsenic, and as salty as blood. Cruelty is a strange place for a strange creature called human to survive. Unlike most ideals, it can have no reason, a marked few bearing the traits from earliest childhood in minor incidents and actions that only grow over time if left unchecked. What is it about cruelty that entices many? What is the mystery of the pleasure one may receive when moved by it's poisonous embrace?  Does one have to be mad to willfully swallow the forbidden and lavish in the drunkenness of such a Stygian existence? Logic dictates that to move under the hands of cruelty that they will perish, whether spiritually, emotionally, mentally, or physically, in a horrible and lonely way. History regales to us of so many plots and devices constructed by the cruel, followed by their woeful deaths or descent into insanity. Is cruelty such a thing that acts as a virus, slowly decaying a person from within? Is it like a mindless demon which posses a willing host, twisting them into a monster just as morally deformed? Why is it that so many of the human race seem to flock about the cruel, weather to adore, follow, hate, or simply to witness? What malignant power do the cruel always seem to hold? Why do victims seem to line up so easily like lemmings, whilst the rest turn away, blinding themselves? Then there are those who view such with an affluent and addictive sexuality, wishing to court torture, death, or both in a morbid game of chance. Others may covet the gains of the cruel, vying to stand at their side in order to catch what scraps of notoriety and power that may fall from table to floor. Such a strange and wondrous thing cruelty is, weather drawn from the void, or created through reactionary means. A an add idea, for an even more odd creature called humanity.












eh, writing and stuff again lol. A little poetic for my usual "another thought" journals, but *shrugs* who knows. X3



~Rose