A women that has a suffocating death hold on her man. |
Death Your grip is tight and cold. Unforgiving. I'm not perfect. But you aren't either. You keep me locked in this nightmare. I want to escape. Get away. But you have the key... Your eyes... They're as dark and cold as Death itself... I'm starving, craving your attention. Your abuse drives me deeper. Deeper. Deeper into depression... oppression. Suffocation. You keep me here against my will. I can't get free. To die would be to live in my heart and head. You watch as I suffer. Your lip curls at my pain. Why do you hate me? I did nothing but love you. I fell for your disguise, your beauty. That "sweet and innocent" look in your eyes. But you are anything but. I wish I had never me you. Life will never see me again. Will it? Will it?! Don't lie to me. I'm sick of your lies. I'm sick of that stone-coldness of your black soul. Let me go. Set me free. I long to be free. I long to live life... I'm gone. But not how I wanted. The sharp metal in my chest. Blood... gushing... And I'm gone. We're gone. Both of us. Dead. Death claims us. Both. Lifeless He stared. Stared at nothing. Felt nothing. She was gone. She'd cheated... again. He'd fallen for her lies... once again. He had forgiven her... yet again. She was the first girl that had made him feel inside. She was his life. Without her... He had tried to commit suicide before. Three times. She'd saved him on his third and almost successful attempt. She wasn't here to save him now. Nobody was... As if anyone else cared. He didn't have anyone, anything, but her. And now he didn't even have that much... The knife was cool against his bare skin. He had scars from razors. They were pale lines against his fair skin in the moonlight. Pressing the knife against his skin... He felt nothing. Only saw the blood begin to flow. It was warm. Red. Crimson. His fangs grew. It smelled of her... She had fed him daily. But he hadn't fed in days now. Not since she had confessed... She said she hadn't, didn't mean it. It was a mistake. She had been drunk. But he would have found out eventually... Her blood revealed her secrets. And she knew it. The last time she had cheated and he found out through her blood... She had almost died. Draining her like he had... It was all out of anger. He had felt terrible about it. He had forgiven her. But she had done it again... She had been the mistake. He realized that now... She had always been too good for him. He shouldn't have fallen so hard. Resting his head back against the wall, he watched. Watched as the blood pooled out of his veins onto the cold floor. It was the only way to kill his kind. Besides decapitation. But he was sure that killed every mammal. The world around him began to darken. Fade... Then blackness and nothingness... Lifelessness. It would never happen again. |