Despair

Her rosy visage draining to white
The skin becoming pasty
The blood drains
Her essence draining with it

Her rosy visage draining to white
The skin becoming pasty
The blood drains
Her essence draining with it
Her handsome lover admires the work
Standing back to grin sheepishly
Somehow approving of this atrocity
Her final dance playing out through the mind
Grabbing her arm
Spinning her around
Twirling her
The image of her twinkling smile
Also the sparkle in her eye
The sparkle of the passion she felt for him
Her lovely velvety skin giving and folding over the hands
The hands that murdered her
Androgynous hands
Hands that love her and abhor her all at once
Her follower’s hands
Soft and supple yet fierce and firm
With fingernails that could lacerate her soul
Fingernails reminiscent of her own
Painted black, filed to a razor-sharp point
Raking her life’s wilting boneless skin
Dancing with it around the room
Her devotee, her friend
Her life long companion
Her ill-fated lover held in her arms
Limp motionless, her dearest hung there
As her thoughts meandered back into reality
She thought aloud
“Was it I who did this to my darling, my life, my only?”
And as this woman looked at her lover
Lowering her head
Heartbroken at what she had done
She gazed at the ground
Watching the beetle crawling across the cement
Looked up into the mirror to see her blood red hair
Touch the silky flowing strands
Hack them off
With all that they symbolize
Never to be a woman again…

By masked darkness

i live...i am anti government, anti EVERYTHING everyone stands for...i get online...i go to school...i dream of mass murder and serial killings...wat can i say...i live life through my past ...the end