Leylia and Lonkert

it is wrong to wish for you what now i wish with all i know I see a black void with no escape forward, to the faint crimson glow of your end I raise the knife looking down onto your naked body. that face, that voice that will cause no more pain, that will be heard no longer So silent, so afraid you squirm knowing that soon my blade will penetrate deep into your belly. missing your heart by just a few inches...it is not your death but your pain i crave Im glad i missed, I raise the knife back into the air and stare down at you, the sweet girgling sound of the blood in your lungs. i hold there for a moment, watching your eyes widen and darken...they gasp with realization as they recognize my face Im the one who killed your mother, flashbacks of yesterday. smiling brightly, yes, it is me...i bring the knife back down as you recall the screams of the time before Weird undescribable sounds as the kife goes in and out of you, you begen to drift on, your mother looking down at you. your pretty face, your perfect skin, those horribly blue eyes seem shadowed, cold, red Blackness and she is with menow....I see the stars falling to the sky, funny I can still feal though as your hand runs down my theigh i remember that warm light that once gazed at me through your now bloodied lashes...yet there is no even momentary guilt fso alone, high in the corner i watch him work on me....Its weird, seems like a dream......Ii scream out, lightthe collaboration of two twisted minds at midnight. thank you very much Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 04:01 PM PST   0 • 1