Nine Lives

I walk roads that you wish not to take, I make choices you wish not to make. I travel down, every place you wish not to go. Everything under my control. I have things I regret. and things I wish not to talk about. I see future, and past events and my body passes over me. I have died, nine times, and lived more then 3 lives. every time I die I change bodies. Every time I die I look in my eyes, and see my future Every time I die I look more beautiful then ever. Tonight I will make a choice To change bodies again, I will look for a perfect woman and commit a crime again, she will be my victim of beauty for the wrest of my life. Her body will then lye still, she will be pale. Her husband will make love to me, and her children will become mine. I will live her life, as if it were mine. I will challenge her soul, and put my hand over her face, and make her breath weaken, as her heart stops then I will caste a spell, over her soul, and make it leave her, then take my body and kill it, and sink in to her. I then will live in her house, and drive her car I will be rich, and beautiful by far. My future husband will honor and adore me, I will be his wife for an eternity. My old body will turn to ash, my past will be flushed down the drain while drenched in her blood. Her children will call me mother and I will treat them well. I will be known to all her friends. I will throw parties, and learn to be, the woman she never was. I will look in to her eyes, and drain every memory she ever had in to me, I will put my hand on her heart and create the new me. Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 03:30 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10