What a pretty color.
Such a rich shade that covers a pale canvas of flesh.
A color so vibrant, so real, it was milked from the wounds from thine own skin.
How does it feel faux lover?
The bane of my existence.
I could count the drops of color if I just took one step closer to this painting.
Are you in agony?
Does your heart clench and twist as mine does?
As I stand in this pool of crimson liquid, I whisper to deaf ears.
I was such a troublesome creature to tame.
Did you think that by luring me with your appeal, that I would eagerly await your ****
I am not so fickle as to fall for a man as wretched as you were.
Were. were. Were.
How does it feel, my faux lover?
Your empty, soulless eyes reflect in mine own as black as midnight.
Such a gentle ******
I shake and quake as I reach a stained hand to fall against a cold, pale cheek.
Ahh, lover mine, our shades match.
My eyes close in bliss as the last drop flows from the canvas I have created.
Such a beautiful color.
Jun 28, 2011
Jun 28, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
What a pretty color.
Such a rich shade that covers a pale canvas of flesh.
A color so vibrant, so real, it was milked from the wounds from thine own skin.
How does it feel faux lover?
The bane of my existence.
I could count the drops of color if I just took one step closer to this painting.
Are you in agony?
Does your heart clench and twist as mine does?
As I stand in this pool of crimson liquid, I whisper to deaf ears.
I was such a troublesome creature to tame.
Did you think that by luring me with your appeal, that I would eagerly await your ****
I am not so fickle as to fall for a man as wretched as you were.
Were. were. Were.
How does it feel, my faux lover?
Your empty, soulless eyes reflect in mine own as black as midnight.
Such a gentle ******
I shake and quake as I reach a stained hand to fall against a cold, pale cheek.
Ahh, lover mine, our shades match.
My eyes close in bliss as the last drop flows from the canvas I have created.
Such a beautiful color.
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