Once again I cannot sleep,
I close my eyes,
But fail to find the deep haven of sublime rest,
Manic thoughts are alive,
They rebound around my conscious state,
Friends they will become,
Enemies....if they escape.

You smell just as sweet as before.
Life flowers.
Roses and blood.
Both such warm, rich colors.

The smell is absolutely delectable.
So intoxicatingly sweet, it burns in the back of my throat.
Who knew your scent would drive me crazy?

I let the stained knife slip through my fingers,
It hardly makes a sound against the satin sheets.
Did it really have to go this far?

Beautiful.

You are so beautiful.
It's no wonder I love you to death.