OKAY LADIES AND GENTS, A LITTLE IDEA POPPED INTO MY HEAD, AND THIS IS WHAT IT TURNED OUT TO BE, SO PLEASE, ANY RUDE COMENTS,(LIKE "I'M DISGUSTED BEYOND REASONING") PLEASE KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. thanks a bunch! -RoseSeige.
So beautiful. Damn her. She's angelic. Damn her. She makes me smile. Damn her.
Why couldn't she have been like the others? She's so independent and yet, still loyal. It makes me want to kiss her and slit
her throat all in one day. I hate her. I need her. She looks at me like that, with those eyes, I shiver with pleasure. If I only
knew what she was thinking. Damn her. To hurt her is almost impossible, to have her is almost forbidden. Almost. That
knowing look, that look where she can look right into my soul, if I had one. Someone else couldn't make me feel so deserted,
wanted, angered, joyful, used. What I wouldn't give for the strength to kill her. What I wouldn't give to see her face for the
rest of my long life. Always in shadows, never in the light, kept in secrecy, hidden away, for no one else to see me, but her. \
Damn her. Seeing her every night in moonlight, poetically dancing through her destiny with every heart slain. No one there to
stop her. No one who can. Wishing she was dead, hoping to see her again. Damn her. I'm never at peace, wanting her alive,
imagining the fatal kiss consuming her being, with her at my side till the end of time. Wanting to break her neck, hear the sweet
fulfilling crack of bone, watch the surprise flood her face, then the pain. Justifying pain. But could I? Would I? If chance
should happen, if Icould ever have that one moment where a mistake could be fatal, shall I?…..No….I love her…………
Damn her.
