The Theft

Now the scene opens up. The music no one can here subsides. And the two lovers lay by the oak tree. Her eyes are blood stained. His switchblade stabs his hip. But they dont noticed. The initials to seal forever are engraved violently behind them. The appeared struggle is over. The land seems so peaceful. The smell before rain surrounds they're noses, though they do not breathe in. The lake lays calm like a sea of corpses far from cadavers. So motionless they lay. All he wanted was to love her. To think it would come to this, just to kiss her lips. The love they share stained with Lip Gloss and Black. Death in the air, and love dying fast. The two lovers died that night. Murder and Suicide. Where did the times go. Lay there in a pool of blood. Dont move, and love me...forever. The last words he said as he carved her name in the bullet. But forever means together. He stole her heart and she stole his. Nothing but a calm monster he was inside. Typical it was. That beauty killed the beast...by stealing. By The Theft.

-Mark