Author's Note: You have to listen to the song by Marilyn Manson.
His dark hair hangs over
his face as he presses the razor deep into his wrist again and blood
spills in bright red rivets; plip plopping against the contrasting
white tile.
He flips the razor over
his knuckles like a coin and doens't flinch as it cuts into his
fingers. Watching the red fall and splash against the floor.
He throws his arm under
the sink and watches the blood collect at the bottom before the shhof the water washes it away.
An angel walks past in a
white dress and he watches her blonde hair catch wind. He can make
out the halo above her head and the wings covering her face.
He grabs her by the arm
and takes her away.She'll
never cover what they did with her dress, no.
Bringing her fair hand up
to his face, she says "Kiss me, it will heal," but it won't
forget.
"Kiss me, it will
heal," but it won't forget.
He presses his lips to
hers and runs his hand up her thigh. "And I don't mind you
keeping me on pins and needles."
"If I could stick to
you..." he kisses down her neck. She drops to her knees and
looks up at him with her blue eyes. "Don't break don't break my
heart."
"Don't break don't break my heart".
"Little girl, little girl you should close your eyes. That blue is getting my high," he throws his head back "...and making me loww."
He couldn't keep his hands off of her and she wouldn't let him anywhere but inside.