Life's beauty is only achieved by Tasting a Death.
So I Kiss the Blade's Unforgiving Lips to Acquire its Taste.
Yet, when does the Taste classify as a Hunger?
A Cutter? No... I Dance Reality only for Progression.
Or, am I a Glutton? N- no not me, Never That.
I'm a Victim, Y- yes, I'm Attacked.
Grip the Razor Blade and attempt to Fend it Off.
But in the struggle his Personality Rips at my emotions.
In Tears; He breaks my spirit...but he Doesn't Mean It.
Honestly, He Loves Me! That's Why He Wishes To Help.
"I'm Sorry, Let Me Kiss It And Make It Better"
I- I feel his Compassion. He's is True.
Like a mother he tends to my Emotional Wounds.
As his fingers Rub Divinely along my Wrist, He Cries.
I watch the Tears poor down his face, and I ask "Why?"
My Lover grins at me as I wipe away his Tears.
I smile vibrantly as I know the intention... Love.
But I'm so tired. So I lift him from me as again he Cries.
I wish so that I could Please Him, but I'm-I'm So Tired.
I gazed at him; Teeth Salivating with a Metallic Stare.
As he overpowered me, "STOP IT!"
I scream at him to stop, Why Isn't He Listening!?!
This Isn't Love Anymore, This Is Hate... This Is Lust.
This Is-This Is Sin. As Innocence Hurls Itself,
It kisses my eyes good-bye, I've left it no choice.
The Blade Tares continuously at my Veins,
Raping away my every Metaphysical Being.
Its not the Physical Pain, it's the Distrust. The Force.
I know longer know him. He is a Stranger.
As he finishes, he gives a Last Kiss before I fall.
Faint and Pale I stumble to the Mirror...
Only to find that Death's Beauty,
resides only within the Mind Of The Killer.
*Grins... Looking over his Masterpiece*