I want to draw Death. No, not death- agony. The look in one's eyes when the mind screams in anguish. The involuntary gasp of pain, the first dewing of drops of tears from innocent, horrified blue eyes. The choked, "No!" that will go unheeded. The soft touch of flesh- metal- the tang of of blood and the metal knife slicing delicately- effortlessly and perfectly through.
The harsh, bruising fingers on your skin.
The way you cry for help, you scramble, scrabble away to a dark corner, until your sobs CHOKE you, until my hands are around your neck- Do you feel it? Your lifeblood, flowing there. Your pulse racing with fear.
That sweet terror, when I rip your defenses away from you and make you mine- I keep you... for always.
This moment, this mouthful of the sweetest blood, the most exquisite touch of your life beneath mine, between, I'll take... I'll take and take and own you- and maybe you'll walk down the street some day. Maybe you'll escape from me but you never will really escape.
Forever. It will always be you and I in our dark little room, alone, as I part your limbs and climb inside of you... we will always be one.
I love you.
