Steel

Implanting steel blades under fingernails.  Deadly.  Beautiful.  The appeal of that thought is strange.  It carries a certain attraction to me that is absolutely irresistible, completely irrational, and nothing short of absolutely incredible.  Maybe it's just the way I am with weapons, or perhaps merely knives.  But they hold this ridiculous level of appeal in my mind.

I've been told that this desire makes me entirely irrational and completely messed up in the head.  Maybe it does.  I can't say I really care.  Because I like that, I want that.  Maybe it does make me cavalier with my body or possessive of irrational desires.  But I don't really care.  I'm not sure why that's so appealing to me or what it is that drives me to that, but it does.  And something about it is nothing short of enthralling to me.

I'm sorry.  This is a terrible post.  I had fully intended to write it several hours ago because the thought has been in my mind for half of the day.  But alas, I hadn't.  So here I am, in the wrong mindset to be writing, trying to put this down into text.  And it's not coming out well...at all.  But I'm finishing off this post anyway.  Hopefully I'll write something better tomorrow.  I'll be really disappointed if I don't.