(no subject)
Blood courses through my body as I run from the place of our masochistic mystery. We were once lovers; our pain was one with pleasure, together we were complete: you were the pleasure, I was the pain. Our story was a time old tale illustrated best by the great master de Sade. You caught my eye, I could not help but thrash your body to show you were mine. I did not come out scar free; I forced you to destroy me. Then it all came crumbling down. You went too far and tried to kill me, it was more than I wanted. Our relationship became sour, we were both out for blood. The old, abandoned factory housed our encounters, the machines are now stained red with our blood. I had to run, but there was no where to go. I ran until my legs tired and then ran some more. You came with me. Your memory chased me and haunted me: there was no escape. I hate you for what you have done to me.