While you lie behind the dark curtains of your life, the pain you’ve bestowed upon me subsides. Knowledge of my hurt is hidden under winter snow and not even the turning of the seasons can melt that anguish. I’m bombarded with masochist duties at the break of dawn- wanting something more. My life is like death, our incessant fantasies are the spawn of hell, and you, my beloved are the devil. I feel your teeth dig into my veins and warm blood pours; red as the darkest and sweetest rose. I taste the copper from your mouth and realize how sweet this love really is. Your lips are so cold and coarse upon my breast and I wonder what you’ve been through. We could mourn our sorrow together, or wallow in our anguish- forever.
666~ I want to hold you, kiss you, hear you scream. I want to get inside your head, invade your thoughts, see your dreams. I want to love you, to hate you, to make you cry (with pain). I wish that you, my eternal beloved, would die. ~666