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Warning: Not for people with overactive imaginations
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Dedication: Dunno...I'll think of one later.
And it was still
It gripped her holding her motionless
A dismissive belief in herself
A nothingness in her self
No left
No right
No forward
No backwards
Just eternity and its black abyss
More staining than his eyes
Curling itself happily around her smiling back with haplessly mutilated features
It smiled
She smiled back
It grinned
She grinned back
It hurt her
He hurt it back (eternity is for those who have time to waste)
It screamed and flailed begging her to stop its torture
She laughed
He looked at her
Undamagingly, perilously she gave him the same soft smile she always had
His eyes darkened
And she felt like ice burning, time breaking, love hating
And
And
Strangely she couldn't remember being happier (his smile was infecting, rare as it was)
It hurt
The nothingness hurt
(itwouldshouldnevercouldtoomuchforhertohandleshewasn'treadytofeelthis)
And it hurt
He hurt
She hurt
And she thought it was enough
She wasn't a stranger to nothing
She was nothing and nothing was she
A pure unadulterated temptation
A gift indeed
Her precious little use
Forever more useful then her
Forever more loving than him
She was a gift
And it slipped
Away from her
Away from him
His precious little gift
Was hers now
She smiled and moved her traitorous hand (he was too soft, no man had felt like that)
Removed the blood from her adulteress body (he was much too beautiful to want her)
And gave into the pain from her ripped stomach
Her faithless body moving in a sea of blood
Her treacherous mind singing
No left
No right
No forward
No backwards
Till the light drowned her
Somewhere, someone smiled
Richly
Poorly
Softly
Loudly
Then he frowned
Richly
Poorly
Softly
Loudly
Catching a star was hard (and if I couldn't catch you a star?)
He didn't have eternity
She was only his gift now
He would never deserve her
Should never deserve her
(itwouldshouldnevercouldtoomuchforhimtodeservehewasn'treadytowantthis)
She would love him
He would love her
And he would always hurt her
And she would always smile
Even if he could stop
He wouldn't
He would drown her in his love and spite
Praise her with his scorn
And delight in the satisfaction she gave him
He was an oxymoron
Her purity
Tainted
Her grace
Graceless
Her love
Twisted indefinably
He would never want more (she screamed as it snapped, One and Two and Three and Four...)
She could never stand less (she looked at her blood stained face and throat, nothing registered on his face)
She was the perfect gift
Somewhere, someone cried
(I would make it rain for you)
END
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