childofshadow

Why? Sukaria, I remember you, your face, the smell of your hair. I remember the words you wispered in my ear, under a star-filled sky. I remember feeling as if this moment would never end, as we shared our first kiss. But then, those thugs... and I still cannot believe that they got away with what they did, and blamed it on me. But, as I sit here in prison, awaiting the electric chair, I am not afraid. Because, now, as they grab my chains and clamp the harness around my torso, I can see your smiling face, waiting for me. Sukaria, my love, wait just a few more moments...

she walks like the mist, flowing into crevices and haunting your worst nightmares. she is the part of you that feels anger, hate, dispair. her clothes are war, her eyes, doom. she is worse than hell, darker than a black hole, and yet... we are all drawn to her, something about her tempts us to follow her to her home, the greatest test, the test of heaven... can we resist her? can we shun the part of ourselves that belongs to her, that restes in our hand? maybe angels can. we are mortal. resist her, and we kill part of ourselves.