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Love

December 5, 2016 — Leave a comment

I lay holding her in my arms, studying every single detail.

Her soft, sweet lips. Long, ebony hair that cascaded all around us. Piercing eyes, so pale and pure.

She was my everything, my one and only. Everything seemed to go against us, but I knew that if I worked hard enough, I’d be able to have her all to myself.

Even she acted like she didn’t want me at times, but she had to. Because we were destined to be together. And nothing could stop us.

I was always watching her. Protecting her. Making sure nothing ever hurt her.

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let her come to any harm. It was hard at first. But after the second time it got easier.

So far there had been three of them. Three beasts who dared lay a hand on her.

But I took care of them. Made sure they wouldn’t be able to touch her ever again.

It was thrilling, cutting each of them apart, limb by limb. I was careful, so very careful. Even now they’re still looking for them. But I made sure there aren’t even any bodies left to find.

Some would call it crazy, but I call it love. Because love can make you do crazy things, right?

And I’m sure she would do the same for me, if she had to. I know she watches me too, I know her eyes always follow me when I’m in the room, even if she tries to hide it.

That’s why we’re even able to be together now.

Sitting in the middle of my room, the pictures I’ve taken throughout the years all around us, little objects I’ve collected that I knew she wouldn’t  notice were gone scattered all over, and her in my arms. My heart so full it could burst.

I look down at her one more time. I just can’t get enough.

Her soft, sweet lips sewn shut. Long, ebony hair cascading all around us, though it was no longer attached to her head. And her eyes, staring back at me in the jar I placed them in.

All of my favourite parts of her.

I’ll make them last forever, because I can’t do the same with her body.

Love is beautiful. Isn’t it?

 

A Night To Remember

November 1, 2016 — 3 Comments

He blended into the background, didn’t stand out at all. He didn’t even know why he decided to come, why he thought he’d actually be able to have a good time.

But then he saw her, and knew she was all the reason he needed to be there at all.

Her porcelain skin glowed flawlessly in the moonlight, and he could only mindlessly follow her like a moth to a flame. She seemed to effortlessly weave through any obstacles she encountered, and the people naturally split apart as if they knew not to get in her way. Long, flowing dark hair trailed behind her as the wind blew her sweet scent into his face. Everything about her drew him in. Her soft smile, innocent eyes, and musical laugh only added to her perfection.

He felt as if nothing else mattered in the world except for her, not the party carrying on around him, or the annoying party-goers that kept him from watching her. He wondered how no one else could have noticed her beauty, how no one else followed her every move like he did. He supposed he preferred it this way, for he didn’t know what he would do if there was even a chance of her being taken away from him. Even if she wasn’t even his.

He wanted her in a way he didn’t know you could want something, and it hurt him to be unable to have her, safe in his grasp.

He didn’t know where these thoughts were coming from, yet he started moving forward towards her without even noticing. He wasn’t paying attention to anything else but her warm smile that only beckoned him closer. He was so fixated on that sweet, sweet smile, he didn’t notice the darkness that crept it’s way into her eyes, or how fast it disappeared.

Every move she made seemed to pull him closer, like he was under a spell, not that he cared. He only wanted to move faster and faster as she twisted her way out of the crowd and into the silent, still night.

And then he had her. Her soft body against his and her hands roaming through his mess of hair. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t believe her smooth skin and hypnotizing scent was all his. All he could focus on was her and how she was so real, yet so unbelievable.

He was so caught up in the feeling of her face buried in his neck, making him feel all kinds of things, he didn’t even hear the quiet snarl or the piercing of his delicate flesh.

He still couldn’t even feel the pain as she peeled her small body away from his and revealed the creature hidden beneath her alluring skin. All he could feel was shock as his body began to freeze up at the sight of the razor sharp claws growing longer and longer. Her face split open as rows of deadly teeth revealed themselves and the darkness quickly surrounded her once again.

The beast now standing in front of him was the complete opposite of the gorgeous girl that had lured him out into the shadows, away from watchful eyes. Now he was the one having his every move watched as the demon pictured every single way he could be tortured before giving him a slow, painful death.

He was so desperate to live, to see the next day. He begged and begged between pitiful cries for help, but the creature was starving, and seeing his pain only made it more excited for the kill.

With one last rush of adrenaline, he made a move to run and escape. But he barely even twitched before the beast pounced and sunk its teeth into the poor man. With the party still going strong, no one could hear his cries full of regret and despair as the monster tore apart his flesh and ripped chunks out of him again and again.

Never before had the creature had a meal so easy to fool, so full of desire that quickly turned into delicious fear.

It was certainly a night to remember, a night so perfect for deceiving and and pretending. Made just for the beast, to let its true self roam free.

 

 

I’m From

October 26, 2016 — 1 Comment

I’m from a land of unspoken thoughts and imaginative worlds, bordering between my sad reality and broken mind

I’m from a hectic life full of stress and worry

I’m from  a hazy, dreamlike digital world where no one knows who I am

Escaping daily to my online identity, where there are no standards or expectations

Taunted by the never ending varying opinions of those around me, but never voicing my own

I’m from the hidden fire in my heart, muffled by layers of protective stone;

the fire, the spark, burning brighter than ever, but it doesn’t dare try to break free

I’m from a swarming fury of self-hate and self-doubt, constantly warping my view on reality

While dear friends find themselves, I am left behind,

wondering what it is that they have found

I’m from forgotten memories lost to the world,

happiness and contentment flash by in swirls of blinding brightness,

only to get swallowed by the infinite gloom

I’m from the hole I bury my pain in to so I don’t  seem weak,

so I don’t look as fragile as I really am,

so I can survive each day with a “brave” face

I’m from a dream that was shattered long ago

A dream of a happy, normal future that I now know is impossible to achieve

For I am hopeless in this world where you need hope to survive

I’m from a dreary nightmare that doesn’t end when I awaken

I’m from a life once beautiful, but is now a worthless dark smudge;

an ugly black blur on the map

I’m from stories tucked away into the folds of my memory,

taking me away to a better world

Enchanted into fantasies and adventures I can revisit in my dreams,

only when the nightmares are at rest

Capturing my heart, cruelly letting me believe there is something better out there

Letting the fire escape through the cracks, only to have it burn out as soon as it escapes

I’m from a place where there is no room for hope

but I can certainly dream and wish,

that maybe one day, I’ll be able to shine