Walking in the evergreen of twigs and branches crunching under foot; of small, little insignificant cries, that no one cares for; cries of pleasurable agony.
Flying over the ocean’s heart made of beautiful blue sapphire, crystal clear turquoise filled with pain turned wildly crazy and insanely beautiful.
Souring over the meadow colored different dieing and withering colors of faded reds, red as blood, and little lazy dew drops of darkness, black as death, different types of pedaled roses that smile their toothy grins of pure passion of death, death for the living and death for the dead.
I’m waiting for the inevitable death with the white light in the black tunnel that is truly alluring.
Running to hide behind a red moon, knowing bravery should come into clear view; hiding from life that yearns to provide icky happiness and joyfully sincere memories that gives the warm and loving light upon the naked skin not the memorable thoughts of the truly wicked and damp humidity of the other side.
For it is always too cold for humans so they shrink and sweat glissading fear and hatred but too hot for them to stand near so they stand clear.
Strangling; tears of blood that taste so salty and delicious from the shinning black, blacker, blackest depths of the eye to the edge of pain and sorrow.
Sunny days full of little yellow flowers that pray for the lives but to no avail and purple, blue and green butterflies that prance around happily until they see darkness creep over the once beautiful sanctuary of peace. The odd shadow of an misshapen beauty haunts them until it finally squashes them that have hopes and dreams and turn it into uselessness and nightmares.
Who go through that disappointment? The smart ones are born deceitful and malicious and turn others as well. All you do is live and die then go to a wondrous and magical place of agony and betrayal called HELL…
I am unafraid; in fact I welcome the black darkness that swoops down like the hawk of lies and lost dreams that never are found, ecstasy, when I make that final, joyful tear streaking, last but not last step towards the most rewarding death and slit my wrists with slanted precision and slow quickness with the pierce of the shiny mirror glass.
Lying in my pretty, pink and fluffy cotton candy bed full of deceitful and hopeless red rose pedals of blood, death and lies.
Chewing on human flesh; so moist, so tender and juicy. Tastes like humans should, like demons could, but won’t; full of empty promises, dead puppies and little purple kittens in bloody pain and fear; so sweet.
Fear; fear for people who don’t know it, nor recognize it; death to them all!