Contempt and Aftertaste
Your bright rays blind me, oh vile creatures of light and I feel as if I'm cast out into the unmerciful dry heat of the desert where I begin to melt away into nothingness.
I crave darkness, my soul is corrupt, forever tarnished by those beautiful creatures. I'm a creature of darkness, therefore I should be left alone to rot like my kind should, it isn't my fault I was born this way, it was kami's wish.
The fact that I'm forced to share a house with the very ones of my disdain only cause me grief. Why, oh why can't you see, that no matter what I can never in this lifetime be a lady.
I'm surrounded by them constantly, those beautiful creatures, though one in particular will soon be the death of me…
He wraps me in his rays so bright and majestic he puts the sun to shame.
I fear that while his bones call to mine, he will soon pull me from my comfortably dark world and thrust me into his brilliant world of flamboyancy and liveliness that I've tried to avoid with every once of my being. My nose drips crimson at just the mere thought.
The radiant being isn't merely a candle glowing in the dead of night, oh no, but a scorching forest fire that is wildly out of control and spreading faster than it can be doused.
How is it you loathe and admire someone at the same time? Somehow I find a way, because almost every night he has me wrapped warmly and safely in his long, strong arms away from my usual loneliness that I had grown fond of. He keeps me company, which I don't to much mind, not anymore. Some peculiar part of me hopes I do the same for him.
Idly most of the time a just lay against his chest but every now and again I feel goose prickly skin beneath my finger tips. Only then do I realize I had been stroking his arm, much to my embarrassment but he always pulls me back against him, kisses me, and then calls me an idiot.
Other times, I'd wake to a warm and then chilling sensation across the expanse of my neck. I'd know exactly who it was. Golden locks and devilish features would be with we the entire night, feasting off of my pale flesh, filling me with feelings I'd never known existed.
Turn over the new day and I'm filled with him once more. His beauty, his warmth, his light…
Such contempt for the radiant being and yet his aftertaste addicts me.
Fin.