The pain drops terror into the pupils of my eyes..
and yet..
it Excites me.
I can feel the scorching blaze of the fiery, red hot steel blade, press onto my back..
In this dream I am tortured with the lust of a fantasy that will never again become my reality.
This room of warm selfish hate and antagonizing self pity makes me dizzy with emotion. I can't control it..
My heart longs for her..
her touch..
the brush of her soft, gentle white skin against mine..
"I Love you"..
I manage to whisper in this room of thick warmth..
She sighs..
The breeze exits her lips and smoothly caresses the side of my temple.
It's cool..
almost as if to be winter-like.
Enough to give me the strength to lurch upward towards her!
Only to be held back just a fingers length, gap..
Her arched neck and burning eyes pierce through my forehead and exit the rear of my cranium..
Her panting had become erotic some how.. almost as though she enjoyed it.. but when I look up.. I see darkness no more.. but instead..
sorrow.
I am weak now.. too weak.. My flesh is beaten.. my heart is bitter.. I close my eyes and feel her hands brush the edges of my back, ever so gently..
I feel a tear hit the back of my neck and faintly hear sobs..
Before it all goes.. after I feel her lift my face up from defeat.. her hands cool like ice... and her hair.. as black as my soul.. I hear her whisper faint, but also between sobs..
"I-.. I Love You, Too.."