Bobby's Betrayal
You cut me deep,
Left me bleeding.
There's nothing left to see;
Nothing's all that's ever left,
When you're done with me.
Bobby had been short with her lately, blaming her for her mutation. Her inability to satisfy. She had accepted it, allowed him to rage, leaving her to crawl to on the floor like the worm her made her feel she.
If only she didn't feel lower.
The blood is on the knife,
And the proof is on the wall.
But this is just your gothic melody;
Poison remedy.
It made her feel better.
The blood; it made such pretty patterns.
She'd draw pictures in her own blood, write poetry.
Carve out her legacy on her living canvas.
Are you so blind to what you can't see?
I'm dying right in front of you.
Blind betrayal of a heartless lover,
Who would ever want another?
You hear about people catching their partners cheating, but it never really clues in to just what that means.
To walk toward his room, planning on surprising him, and hearing cries and grunts of frantic effort, and moans and screams of orgasm.
To tremble at the door before opening it with a shaking hand, hoping for it not to be true, but needing to know for sure.
The sight meeting your eyes will he burned into your mind forever.
The thrusting and licking and moaning, as you watch him take her ruthlessly, unashamed, against the wall.
On the bed.
Over the desk.
The window.
The floor.
You built me up to tear me down,
I hope you're happy now.
You broke me and you beat me,
Don't you feel so Proud!
Her screams of raw pleasure, and his eager grunts and groans.
Angry tears.
Hurt tears.
And then she sees you.
Climbing higher, about to scream at the end of it all.
She sees you.
Something in her eyes.
Pain.
Regret.
But the unbearable ecstasy she can't hide.
And them she screams.
Not in pain.
Not in horror.
Or shame.
In raw pleasure at the hands and demanding thrusts of a man who belongs to someone else.
As they ride the wave together.
She ran.
What else could she do?
But the blood wasn't enough any more.
She needed something more.
She needed release.
She carved it out in her blood.
One her body.
On the wall.
Betrayer!
And with that, she leapt.
It would be hours before she was found.
By the one who had betrayed in an ironic twist of fate.
The last images of his betrayal playing forever in her mind, even beyond the veil of death.
The blood is on the knife,
And the proof is on the wall.
But this is just your gothic melody;
Poison remedy.
Gothic Melody
You cut me deep,
Left me bleeding.
There's nothing left to see;
Nothing's all that's ever left,
When you're done with me.
The blood is on the knife,
And the proof is on the wall.
But this is just your gothic melody;
Poison remedy.
Are you so blind to what you can't see?
I'm dying right in front of you.
Blind betrayal of a heartless lover,
Who would ever want another?
You built me up to tear me down,
I hope you're happy now.
You broke me and you beat me,
Don't you feel so Proud!
The blood is on the knife,
And the proof is on the wall.
But this is just your gothic melody;
Poison remedy.