7/7/2004

Memories

Filed under: — Daemon @ 7:50 pm

I want to drink the life from your skin,
Rape the light that you breathe.
Play your agony as my violin.
Until the blood within me seethes.

I want to inhale your purity
Stab the walls of distrust,
Wallow in obscurity
under my waters your head is thrust.

I am cast upon your shore,
caught within your net,
darkness to explore
and the sharpness of regret.

Cut -

Filed under: — Daemon @ 12:14 pm

—————————–He squeezed, blood oozing from his fist with a sickening squish. He laughed as the red-black liquid flowed freely down his arm and dropped silently to the carpet. He looked at her and opened his hand. The palm covered in blood, the wound still oozing.

‘What do you see?’

She looked at his hand, bloody, raw and shook her head quickly, inching back from him. He stepped towards her, undeterred. His voice lowered to a soft whisper.

‘All I have sacrificed.’ he said, ‘and everything I will take back.’ —————–

Somehow it seems to fit at the moment. I need to find someone to cut.

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