The Trinity

the eyes of a monster bore into her soul, drinking her in, devouring her mind and clouding her senses... exciting her, enchanting her, capturing her... he makes her blood heat and and her pulse quicken, as he stands before her, covered in the blood of those who tried to save her... mad eyes and a mad heart he has, and a dead soul... the eyes of a monster haunt her, and to run is pointless, captured as she is... her heart cries out for him, as the danger that clings to him intrigues her, interests her... he set his sights on her and now there is no escape... he has come finally to claim what he has always wanted, hidden in the shadows, hiding the monster beneath a smile and beautiful, insane words... she is chosen by him and now for her, under the gaze of the soulless monster that has ensnared her very being, there is no escape... but then... she didn't want there to be... she had dreamed of him, wanted him, yearned for him, and now he had come to claim her... a soulless monster he was, and she his insane bride...

she dreamed of blood when she dreamed of him, of rivers and oceans and tides staining barren beaches red in the gory glory of a world fell to madness. she dreamed of fire, of fury, of flames in twisted blazing pyres consuming her innocence, charring the woman she was... an insane bride indeed carved from insane dreams the monsters in her mind sent her... she dreamed of death chasing her, haunting her, taunting her, goading her, seeking her, drinking in her fear, feeding her addictions, glorying in her despair. she ran and hid but he found her, chased her, led her... a sick dance of broken smiles and insane dreams made real in the agony of carved flesh burning red running down her arms as she pleaded for release from the spell he cast, dark enchanter that he was, and she a hapless victim, rushing eager all to her own demise... she dreamed of death and blood and screaming dead and fire in funeral pyres and throughout it all, she smiled a seductive smile and arched in pleasure at the touch of a monster only she could know...

she sits there, in the darkened twilight of her room, staring at a ceiling glowing pale in the dusky gloom, listening to music that reminds her of him... "When we start killing it all will be falling down from the Hell that we're in all we are is fading away...." the lyrics haunt her, remind her... she mourns as she lies there, unmoving, thinking, remembering the thrill she felt at the sound of his voice, at the touch of his hand... the evil in his smile and the insane laughter that danced brightly flickering darkly through the dancing demons whirling as dervishes in her mind. she waits for him... but she is tired of waiting, of being the prey he hunts... she hunts no longer, and the insanity in her dies slowly, consumed by the mundane... a monsters bride she may have once been, but now, with wrists smiling ruby smiles, and demons dying in her mind as fire consumes her soul and death dances with her garishly grinning as she fades to oblivion... the monster she loved has left to hunt again, but she will not hunt with him, will not dance in death nor bathe in blood as she fades, and in the inferno that blazes forth, her ruby wrists glitter and sparkle in the dying embers of her beautiful, insane dream...