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To Hell With You
My dearest love
Know that I will always love you
But I must kill you
I know I have let you down
I am sorry, love
This won't be easy
I start be skinning your beautiful scalp
As your sweet blood sheds to the floor, I hold your pulsing flesh in my hands
I break each of your precious fragile ribs as I watch you slip in and out of consciousness
You were slowly stealing my heart and all of my love so this is something I must do my precious gem
You become even more beautiful as I mutilate your small weak body
I slice your sweet, sweet flesh with my freshly sharpened blade
My blade will not touch your throat, for I want to hear your screams
I can't help but smile
I burn your body in various spots
I open up your chest and oh ever so gently pull out your pulsating heart that is engorged with your savory blood
I shall add it to my collection
There it shall remain beating until I grow tired of it
Your body begins to die
And your soul?
No, it doesn't die, sadly
As your mutilated corpse lies on a bed of the darkest, deepest black roses that are ever so soft, you have never been so beautiful
You look just like an angel, love
Your beauty is overwhelming
I walk up to your mangled corpse
I place a single rose that is a red deeper than the darkest crimson over your once sturdy chest
I place a single kiss on your dry, cracked, thin, pale lips then I step back and admire my artwork
You are more radiant than the sun itself
I set you and your beautiful bed of pitch black roses aflame
But even as your body disintegrates, you will still be with me because I have your heart kept in an jar that will never go out of my sight, love
I wait until there is nothing left of you but ashes and memories
You slowly disappear into the dark, unforgiving night as a bone chilling wind takes you away
I turn and leave
No emotion
No thoughts
I will always love you dearly
Don't ever hurt me again...
Know that I will always love you
But I must kill you
I know I have let you down
I am sorry, love
This won't be easy
I start be skinning your beautiful scalp
As your sweet blood sheds to the floor, I hold your pulsing flesh in my hands
I break each of your precious fragile ribs as I watch you slip in and out of consciousness
You were slowly stealing my heart and all of my love so this is something I must do my precious gem
You become even more beautiful as I mutilate your small weak body
I slice your sweet, sweet flesh with my freshly sharpened blade
My blade will not touch your throat, for I want to hear your screams
I can't help but smile
I burn your body in various spots
I open up your chest and oh ever so gently pull out your pulsating heart that is engorged with your savory blood
I shall add it to my collection
There it shall remain beating until I grow tired of it
Your body begins to die
And your soul?
No, it doesn't die, sadly
As your mutilated corpse lies on a bed of the darkest, deepest black roses that are ever so soft, you have never been so beautiful
You look just like an angel, love
Your beauty is overwhelming
I walk up to your mangled corpse
I place a single rose that is a red deeper than the darkest crimson over your once sturdy chest
I place a single kiss on your dry, cracked, thin, pale lips then I step back and admire my artwork
You are more radiant than the sun itself
I set you and your beautiful bed of pitch black roses aflame
But even as your body disintegrates, you will still be with me because I have your heart kept in an jar that will never go out of my sight, love
I wait until there is nothing left of you but ashes and memories
You slowly disappear into the dark, unforgiving night as a bone chilling wind takes you away
I turn and leave
No emotion
No thoughts
I will always love you dearly
Don't ever hurt me again...
Published 28th Jun 2012
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