Extracted Death.- Shades of Red.
She had it all with me, a typical type, certain frost bite......
We slept on the floor admist the fireplace, cold shoulders rubbed anti the light. Heaven saved the innonence.
She crept and said nothing, absolute silence, eyes glued, senses transpired.
Unspoken words told me that something was wrong, I shivered.
A tear was coming, it fell, and came near my face, slowly swept down by the force of emotions and touched my lips.
I felt a salty taste, my lips were numb, i wished it was a tad bit darker, her body rubbed my back and my face touched her spine. A corrosion of emotions, of hatred denied, she loved me still despite that i tried.
I crossed over, to the marble floor, she slept on the carpet looking ever so graceful.
Hair placed perfect, her eyes still soft with mist. I wished, to use, difficult words, to express my lust, they just would not be said. I felt numb again, lips pale and blue.
She had obtrused pain, like the suicide we tried with knife the other day.
6 days ago, we sat at her place, 7 in the evening and no intention of me leaving.
She crept and said, "do you want to try, try to die"
"not as of now, i have someone else on my mind" i replied.
She spake thus, hunger of the bemoth, she sparked a fire of sorts without ever letting me know.
She came closer and asked if i was serious.
"no" i said, I'd wait before I died, wait, wait atleast 14 minutes.
She stared at her watch and prepared.
We were just a lonely pair looking for care.
I went out and lit a cigarette, she was misled, i hoped.
She came out and asked for one, i refused saying share mine, my love. Did I lie?
It spelt innocence again. We tried our best but we were behaving naive, habit.
She came closer and her lips touched mine, she bit mine to feel the blood as if already saying "this would be fine". I could see the desperation as we went inside.
People who stayed here were unexpected for another day and we knew we could die and still wait to stay unfound by the very forces that anyway had always decided it was our death, till date.
"You wanna eat and die" I enquired still taking it as a joke and she gave a look that made me feel scared.
She, till then, was everything to me, atleast she would stay.
We went on knuckles. Standing by the skin, she had it all planned.
Slipped the knife through her hand, well, almost and then shrieked in pain acting as if nothing could happen with just this.
She gave me the knife as she held her wrist, she was not hurt but just pained.
I was scared, she was a bit too mentlly strong for me, she kept me waiting and then asked me to slip itinto mine. I said no, i couldn't , i was sorry and that was it.
But she was not done then.
She took back the knife and screamed it through so sly, red gush of her red kind, blood cells meeting dirt as they splurted out looking beautiful.
i had to, faith, esteem, respect.
I creied as she winced in pain, you are a woman girl and im strange, im a fuck-all loser who could not accept.
I was scared, requsted end , she said no and said she would kill (herself).
I took the (knife) back and held it close to my arm ready to slit and feel how much it hurt.
I stood numb, disclosed and petrified for 27 minutes 17 seconds, she said "i still love you honey, nonetheless" as she took back the knife in disgust and pain and washed off her hands off blood and applied some love to me.
She bandaged her hand, my T shirt had her blood as i asked for a replace.
"go, leave, you take advantage, we were about to..."
I left place, clucthing my heart in no blood pain, scared of why, reasons to try.
I walked home and changed and cried at why...
I got up from the cold floor and scratched underneath the carpet to where i had hid the Knife.
I took it out boldy and said "beautiful, im ready to die"
Answer me first, she said "how did you know the exact time from the last time"
"I couldnt bear to look at you so i just stared at the time"
The clock spake thus unjust, hatred for the inclined.
We had been peverted tonight, she would have opened up at say, at will to kill my dreams. I thought of her every moment of the make, we created dust.
Her naked body now was warm, suddenly, as mine touched her, it felt like icicled embodied within regrets.
I asked us to die and she picked up the knife and said "baby, you try"
I cut a vein, i believe I did and handed her back the knife as i shed in pain, i went down on my knees and held her hands, I did not need to propose, and said "now you go"
She said , try more so i took back the knife and cut through more, my wrist now semi slit and i almost dead.
BUT i wanted to see her dead, coming up with me so i said fast, she sweetly smiled as she took the knife and watched in wrath and love as the blood grafted out a corpture from my face.
I lost blood, I lost a lot more, she dressed up in silk and did her garments and walked up to the knob to pick up her shirt, white-yellow love.
She took out her purse and threw my 'first' card at me and the card fell in blood, slowly getting ripped by the solidified liquid.
"i cannot take this any longer, for i will always know you loved me, every person i meet will be with the education that there was once someone" she said as she walked out.
She was always too beautiful for me and i gasped in horror as i died.
the blood was lost, i was a lot more, not anymore.
Clutch me once, you, hold and touch, im dying as you walk down the stairs to where i will be carried, wait, but she left and i heard the engined revved up and gone. I lay, final 9 seconds, i knew because i looked at the time.
She had it all with me, a typical type, certain frost bite....
We slept on the floor admist the fireplace, cold shoulders rubbed anti the light. Heaven saved the innonence.
She crept and said nothing, absolute silence, eyes glued, senses transpired.
Unspoken words told me that something was wrong, I shivered.
A tear was coming, it fell, and came near my face, slowly swept down by the force of emotions and touched my lips.
I felt a salty taste, my lips were numb, i wished it was a tad bit darker, her body rubbed my back and my face touched her spine. A corrosion of emotions, of hatred denied, she loved me still despite that i tried.
I crossed over, to the marble floor, she slept on the carpet looking ever so graceful.
Hair placed perfect, her eyes still soft with mist. I wished, to use, difficult words, to express my lust, they just would not be said. I felt numb again, lips pale and blue.
She had obtrused pain, like the suicide we tried with knife the other day.
Recall -
6 days ago, we sat at her place, 7 in the evening and no intention of me leaving.
She crept and said, "do you want to try, try to die"
"not as of now, i have someone else on my mind" i replied.
She spake thus, hunger of the bemoth, she sparked a fire of sorts without ever letting me know.
She came closer and asked if i was serious.
"no" i said, I'd wait before I died, wait, wait atleast 14 minutes.
She stared at her watch and prepared.
We were just a lonely pair looking for care.
I went out and lit a cigarette, she was misled, i hoped.
She came out and asked for one, i refused saying share mine, my love. Did I lie?
It spelt innocence again. We tried our best but we were behaving naive, habit.
She came closer and her lips touched mine, she bit mine to feel the blood as if already saying "this would be fine". I could see the desperation as we went inside.
People who stayed here were unexpected for another day and we knew we could die and still wait to stay unfound by the very forces that anyway had always decided it was our death, till date.
"You wanna eat and die" I enquired still taking it as a joke and she gave a look that made me feel scared.
She, till then, was everything to me, atleast she would stay.
We went on knuckles. Standing by the skin, she had it all planned.
Slipped the knife through her hand, well, almost and then shrieked in pain acting as if nothing could happen with just this.
She gave me the knife as she held her wrist, she was not hurt but just pained.
I was scared, she was a bit too mentlly strong for me, she kept me waiting and then asked me to slip itinto mine. I said no, i couldn't , i was sorry and that was it.
But she was not done then.
She took back the knife and screamed it through so sly, red gush of her red kind, blood cells meeting dirt as they splurted out looking beautiful.
i had to, faith, esteem, respect.
I creied as she winced in pain, you are a woman girl and im strange, im a fuck-all loser who could not accept.
I was scared, requsted end , she said no and said she would kill (herself).
I took the (knife) back and held it close to my arm ready to slit and feel how much it hurt.
I stood numb, disclosed and petrified for 27 minutes 17 seconds, she said "i still love you honey, nonetheless" as she took back the knife in disgust and pain and washed off her hands off blood and applied some love to me.
She bandaged her hand, my T shirt had her blood as i asked for a replace.
"go, leave, you take advantage, we were about to..."
I left place, clucthing my heart in no blood pain, scared of why, reasons to try.
I walked home and changed and cried at why...
Now -
I got up from the cold floor and scratched underneath the carpet to where i had hid the Knife.
I took it out boldy and said "beautiful, im ready to die"
Answer me first, she said "how did you know the exact time from the last time"
"I couldnt bear to look at you so i just stared at the time"
The clock spake thus unjust, hatred for the inclined.
We had been peverted tonight, she would have opened up at say, at will to kill my dreams. I thought of her every moment of the make, we created dust.
Her naked body now was warm, suddenly, as mine touched her, it felt like icicled embodied within regrets.
I asked us to die and she picked up the knife and said "baby, you try"
I cut a vein, i believe I did and handed her back the knife as i shed in pain, i went down on my knees and held her hands, I did not need to propose, and said "now you go"
She said , try more so i took back the knife and cut through more, my wrist now semi slit and i almost dead.
BUT i wanted to see her dead, coming up with me so i said fast, she sweetly smiled as she took the knife and watched in wrath and love as the blood grafted out a corpture from my face.
I lost blood, I lost a lot more, she dressed up in silk and did her garments and walked up to the knob to pick up her shirt, white-yellow love.
She took out her purse and threw my 'first' card at me and the card fell in blood, slowly getting ripped by the solidified liquid.
"i cannot take this any longer, for i will always know you loved me, every person i meet will be with the education that there was once someone" she said as she walked out.
She was always too beautiful for me and i gasped in horror as i died.
the blood was lost, i was a lot more, not anymore.
Clutch me once, you, hold and touch, im dying as you walk down the stairs to where i will be carried, wait, but she left and i heard the engined revved up and gone. I lay, final 9 seconds, i knew because i looked at the time.
She had it all with me, a typical type, certain frost bite....
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