Necromancer.
You are so amazed on how beautiful she looks. You never wanted to leave her side. She's your life. Your all. Now she's sleeping beside you. Motionless. Just like you wanted. You touched her face. Cold as the night. Cold as death itself. You gave her a kiss. You wondered how these porcelein lips taste so good. You thanked the heavens for giving her to you. Now she's yours. No more nights alone.
Her hair smells of perfume. That perfume you've always liked. You can smell it across the street as you watch her like a child, waiting for his mother finish your meal. Spotting her every move. You memorized her gestures, her mannerism. You liked the way she flips her hair as she turns around. So much, you call her name and hide. Watching as she turns around, doing the thing you've always liked.
Her eyes, God, her eyes. There the most beautiful jewels. Glimmering like the sun. Expressive as paintings. Though you never had the chance to look at them directly, you have pictures of them pasted on your walls. You always wondered why God made someone so perfect - Long perfect hair, white, silky porcelein skin and the most beautiful face. But was thankful for doing so, because nothing else mattered.
The nights became sleepless. You wanted to see her more. You wanted to talk to her. But you know that it will never happen. She will not even take notice of you. Frustrated, you began to take action. You wrote her anonymous letters. You sent her poems, songs, parodies, haikus and drawings. She soon takes caution. She became afraid of you. She does things to prevent you from giving your gifts. You can't imagine why she does this to you when you love her so much.
On a yet another sleepless night, you went to her home. You want to visit her and finally tell her what you feels. It was just like in the movies. The highlight will come when you kiss her. You knew it. Now she's there, sleeping. You gave her a longing look. Grabbed her by the neck, and took her life.
Now she is lifeless. Perfect. Yours. Yours to conquer. Your uncharted territory. Your trophy. Your love.
But you knew, she will leave you in matter of days. So you started having the best night of your life.
Labels: Poetics, Scarred thoughts
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