Secret Game
By SMYGO4EVA
I don't know what to believe in anymore. If anyone knows the difference between love and hate, it would be God who knows everything.
We don't know anything, considering all the mistakes we make.
I don't know whether I love him or I hate him….he's no ordinary human. One moment, I feel fine and the next thing I know; I want to escape it all. The pain, insanity and cruelty, and everything he's conjured up of. He doesn't feel love, only lust. He becomes something darker when the shadows derived from darkness wrap around us.
He scares me….he frightens me. At the same time, that fear comforts me. It would go to show that he cares for me deeply. In his own way, he cares for me. But he could never feel love, which is the curse of darkness.
Love doesn't exist.
It is dead to the world of corruption and hatred. Lust blackens his soul because of me, but was there even love to begin with? Was there affection before insanity clouded his mind?
He laughs evilly when he destroys one soul after another. Sadistic and evil laughs, one that sends shudders and chills to my spine. I hate his laugh. However I like his purring when we become one in the midst of sweat-soaked sheets, a fine line between love and hatred, pain and pleasure.
He hurts me with that animalistic pleasure, but I no longer care when I'm in his arms. Darkness runs through us, to create the vast moment of which we were meant to conjure.
I feel his heartbeat within mine; we've truly become one in the throes of ecstasy. I can feel him in me…that…that scares me.
He sees me with these malevolent eyes, those blood-violet eyes, his smile is so beautiful yet…he still frightens me.
The secret game we play, coalesced with the singing of souls dying, and the voices of our own screams when we reach our breaking point. The goal in this game…the forbidden game…the Shadow Game….. is to become one with the darkness.
The secret game is one with darkness.
A/N: I've decided to fill this crazy place up with Yami Marik/Serenity fics. Heh heh …