The thing that opened your heart and poured gallons of warm eternal bliss?
That thing that made you smile even if the world around you was dying and
burning and disappearing with each breath?
That thing that made you laugh at his pompous smile that your adored so much,
Remember that thing he called love?
Remember that thing they called love?
That open wound that refused to close?
Which infection and decay cosumed so greedily?
The dying lust that was disguised with fake love,
Remember that thing he called love?
Remember that thing they called love?
That thing that when lost drove you to madness?
That eternal vacant spot in which you despise in hell but shall stay for all eternity?
That thing that made eternity sound wonderful,
Remember that thing?
Remember him?
That bastard who said he'd never leave you?
The fucking whore who stole him away?
That bitch standing beside him,
You despise,
You Hate,
You wanna rip and tear her pretty sweet face to pieces and shove it
down his fucking throat,
Remember that?
Remember him?
Remember how his dark red lifeless blood shone on your hands from the
silent grinning glitter from the moon?
That beckoned you to stab him more, over and over again, with all energy and
madness and hate lost?
The way the sweet succulent blood that's scent was that of a murderess's most
adored perfume,
Remember this?
Remember her?
Her life dyed with the soaked up seeping soul escaping but being entangled in her
hair she loved so much?
Her pale skin that you wished would rot and decay so the bugs from the earth
would eat her away to non-existence?
That smile even when she was dead,
Remember this?
Remember you?
A happy flower blooming in the sweet sunshine?
A rose who's petals were just growing and the frangrance of blissful happiness?
Now a corpse,
Remember how you used to be?
Remember this?
You killed her too
No Escape
You lose.
By Mahlyssa
April '99
