A flower adorned with beauty and a blade smelted with steel.
She was my drug, just as addictive as heroin. A poison to my soul made, trapping me deep within its depths. Inescapable, a torture that ever ends, so sweet to the touch, but also a life sucking demon.
It was always like this with her, meaningless, just another fling, a freebie. Something so filled with color, painted in black and white.
Another kiss, another burn, again, again, again.
More, I'd plead.
Always on the brink of death, her beauty ravaged me.
Never enough.
Always wishing for more she'd return slowly shortening my life by the second.
The venomous auburn glimpsing my scars, so patient for me as they faded, only to pulse red once again.
A reminder, she called it.
To never forget.
Your mine forever.
So enticing, the squeals of laughter she'd make while carving her presence into my skin.
Her last visit today.
A fanatical grin across her face dragging the steel throughout my body. Randomly placed with no other pattern then insanity.
Blood everywhere.
Nothing was so similar her ever familiar fingers only lightly caressing my sickening physique oozing with crimson.
Not my fault, she'd mutter as my skin paled like the color of the moon.
Please, I begged as she began disposing of her tools.
It's too late, always the same response weaker than usual? Regret in her voice?
A watery substance streaming down her face, tears?
Fear?
Slowly it occurred to me, never again to come was what it meant, what she meant.
Facades dropping as well as tears for her.
The end? I questioned. . .
A slow nod reply she did.
Little strength in me left.
Death?
Her warm hands clasping mine, ever so heated in comparison.
It's time to leave, she whispered in my ear while retreating from my cold carcass.
A weak wave done in an attempt with my strength, a light wave of sound hugged my ear.
I love you, my dear.