This is really old from my melo so I thought I would put it in here.
I didnt feel the fangs when he bit into my flesh. My eyes were full of wonder staggered by his beauty and entranced by his gaze. I was lost in my own world of pain. I learned that there would always be pain when i was with him and pain when i was without him. Each time my eyes were opened to the face of the snake, they were blinded by his smile. My ravaged senses were merely numbed by his embrace never healed, I learned this over and over as the years passed and i ran low on blood. He will always make you take the pain. I must be strong because i need him.
He is all that is toxic and all that burns the skin. His saliva is poison. His secretion is cancerous. He drains the soul and never stops taking. He lifts her hand and crops die. When he stands in anger, locusts darken the sky, forests burn to the ground and nothing ever grows again, the seas grow rancid and calm as all life underwater ends. We keep coming back. We keep getting scarred and our flesh gets burned.
He lives in all of them. Different faces, same snake. I had to cut up a few to find out. You always have to cut a few to find out. Another head sprouts from the stump. This is a continuous. If he is destroyed he re-creates himself instantaneously and resumes without hesitaion.
You will never kill him. To. Kill him you have to kill all of them and you never will. You will be stopped by those who dont see the evil they are. They will kill you like an animal in the street. The same people who will be paying with their own llives as they are slowly drained of their blood and choked to death by the snake that will not die, that will not stop inflicting pain.
I begged him to be kind, to stop biting and spitting his venom into me. He did not take heed of my plea and kept killing me. I ran away as he laughed. He knew i would be back some day, locked eye to eye with a different hersion of him, poweless.
He knows his beauty is overpowering and eternal. He lives only to destroy and paralyze. He demolishes and ruins. He knows no other way. Read the books and see the scars on your own flesh. Look at all the time you have wasted as you selflessly tried to give him everything only to have him lie to you and attemp to destroy you while he smiles and makes you beg.
The truth is a black spitting cobra. The streets are full of spitting cobras. When a body dies, they jump into another. The moon relfects off their back and they move silently. Their beauty is more poweful then a million geniuses.
I stood with my hands out while he bit and spat. I watched him kill me His eyes did not close; his expression did not change. The only sound that came from him was slow, controlled exhalation of air.
He is all that is toxic and all that burns the skin. His saliva is poison. His secretion is cancerous. He drains the soul and never stops taking. He lifts her hand and crops die. When he stands in anger, locusts darken the sky, forests burn to the ground and nothing ever grows again, the seas grow rancid and calm as all life underwater ends. We keep coming back. We keep getting scarred and our flesh gets burned.
He lives in all of them. Different faces, same snake. I had to cut up a few to find out. You always have to cut a few to find out. Another head sprouts from the stump. This is a continuous. If he is destroyed he re-creates himself instantaneously and resumes without hesitaion.
You will never kill him. To. Kill him you have to kill all of them and you never will. You will be stopped by those who dont see the evil they are. They will kill you like an animal in the street. The same people who will be paying with their own llives as they are slowly drained of their blood and choked to death by the snake that will not die, that will not stop inflicting pain.
I begged him to be kind, to stop biting and spitting his venom into me. He did not take heed of my plea and kept killing me. I ran away as he laughed. He knew i would be back some day, locked eye to eye with a different hersion of him, poweless.
He knows his beauty is overpowering and eternal. He lives only to destroy and paralyze. He demolishes and ruins. He knows no other way. Read the books and see the scars on your own flesh. Look at all the time you have wasted as you selflessly tried to give him everything only to have him lie to you and attemp to destroy you while he smiles and makes you beg.
The truth is a black spitting cobra. The streets are full of spitting cobras. When a body dies, they jump into another. The moon relfects off their back and they move silently. Their beauty is more poweful then a million geniuses.
I stood with my hands out while he bit and spat. I watched him kill me His eyes did not close; his expression did not change. The only sound that came from him was slow, controlled exhalation of air.