Breathe slowly I want to see you die.
I won't miss your pale complexion.
Those blood red lips.
I won't smother my cackle of victory when your stringy black hair is laid across the dirt to rot.
When your eyelids are as heavy as stone,
when your lungs forget to take in air,
still as a statue.
In eternal punishment,
hilarious anguish.
Tomorrow or today?
I might have said that yesterday,
But the day is coming when you won't be able to even twitch your toes
Like your mother before you
Like the sorrow that calls you,
the end that befalls you.
Befitting.
Because the truth is bitter.
Beginning to think nothing is more sinister than your dirty blood.
Beastly even to the most gentle of men.
Look at your princess now!
I'll crow as they cast you aside like a rag doll!
All lowered into the ground without a shred of dignity,
stigmatized to the reputation of a peasant.
A single grain of hope,
here's the rope I'll use to finish you,
the strings I've used to puppeteer you for so long,
they've turned into chains,
shackles that hold you against your will,
Eternal restraint.
Your song will remain unsung.
Do my words bite at your ears?
Have I sucked the speech out of you?
Like a leach that you have swallowed.
You're pathetic!
Shame oozes out of you like a second skin.
Do they torment you,
The Demons?
When they peck at your skin?
As they eat away at your brain?
I won't let those scars heal.
Your suffering shall stay unseen,
hiding in the shadows.
So close,
just a little bit more,
A little longer.
I can already taste your bones, crunchy and tasty like crispy chicken in my canine teeth,
your eyeballs soft and innocent,
your pure heart full of compassion and kindness that will soon be corrupted,
overrun by vermin and scum.
Deteriorating in front of your panicked eyes.
Oh the feast I will have!
The best will be the blood,
oh the blood,
more,
more,
more,
Thick, rich and creamy.
Sucking the youth straight from your skin.
When it becomes flaky and cracked,
while mine becomes nourished and flawless!
As it is supposed to.
Snow will fall
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A Butterfly Effect
PoetryBeauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsi...
