prettythingsx: February 2011

Burgundy wine spiked with just a dash of vodka. Oh my, isn't this just wonderful my love? I watch with expecting eyes as you saunter to the refrigerator. You rest your hand against the sleek metal as you pull out another bottle of delicious wine. We shared the last bottle not five minutes ago.

Can you remember the times where we swore we would only have one glass a night? Those nights seem so long ago. We were young, foolish even. But if we were really foolish then, what are we now?

The night passes so quickly. Soon the sun will rise and reality will dawn on us. The trance will be over, and the moment lost. Tonight is our last, my love. We swore it. We will remember it when the devil separates us. Life is cruel so death cannot be much worse. We die tonight, my darling. We both know it is the end, and we will go out in style.

Blood cries crimson tears down my neck. I feel them slipping from the shallow wound you created. We have practiced our satanic rituals. God does not watch over us any longer; he has turned a blind eye on us now. You walk back over with that bottle of wine. I pick up the vodka and let my tongue dance over the opening. You watch me with wanting eyes as I take a small sip. I savour the burning chill as you pour the wine into a glass that is stained with blood. I fill the empty space with vodka.

Your eyes are wild with chaotic thoughts. We don’t comprehend our actions. Our minds are hazy like an icy fog. I am lightheaded. I have lost so much blood but I don’t feel a thing. My heart feels warm. Tonight, I feel joy as we breathe our last.

As you pass me the glass of spiked wine mixed with blood, you sit next to me and bend your head down to kiss the blood oozing slowly from my neck. The blood on your lips makes my body to tingle in excitement. I take a sip of the intoxicating liquid and smile. You smile back at me, your porcelain teeth stained red.

I place the glass on the coffee table and pick up a shard of glass. It is from the mirror we broke earlier my love. You offer your wrist to me and I take it in my hand. The glass pierces your skin and you moan in delight. The sound makes me smile on the inside. You place your bloody wrist in my white blonde hair. You let your blood drip on me like rain. It splashes down my face and I feel the warmth on my cold skin. I take your wrist and kiss it. I kiss your blood and I kiss your soul. We our slowly killing ourselves, but you must know that I am doing it because I love you. You are killing me out of love. Never will we lust again, mon chéri.

Picking up the glass of wine, I take another sip to wash down your salty blood. I hand it to you and you too take a sip. You press your lips slowly and gently to the glass, leaving bloody imprints of your lips on the transparent chalice. You then place it back on the table and close the gap between us.

We hold each other in a tight embrace as we kiss deeply. I taste my blood in your mouth. I taste the sweet wine and the burning vodka. Your tongue sweeps mine slowly, lovingly. My hands clasp the roots of your fine hair for dear life. Your hands clutch my waist to pull me on top of you as you lie down.

The first signs of daylight are approaching. I breathe my last gulps of air. I do not regret this. You do not regret it either. We are dying for each other. You pick up a shard of reflective glass and let it graze my forearm. I feel no pain only a fine sensation. I too pick a shard of looking glass from the floor. I see dawn in the skyline. Persimmon orange bleeds through the delicate black blue of the sky as you bring your razor to my neck.

You press your lips against the tip of my nose. I see a tear roll down your cheek so I bring my shard to your neck also. You should not feel pain my love, emotional or physical. No longer are we human. We will kill each other now. We will die together in each other’s arms. No one will ever know why, even if they read this. They will not comprehend the sheer love and devotion behind our ludicrous actions.

Crimson now appears in the horizon outside your window. Such a spectacular view. Such a pity we will never see one like it again.

You close your eyes as you press the sharp shard against the fragile skin of my neck. I feel it touch the already sensitive nerves from where you touched me with your shard before. I exhale slowly through my parted lips as I press the razor sharp piece against the skin of your own neck. You exhale slowly also. You cannot see me through your closed lids. I will not close mine until the very end.

I do not feel pain at first. It feels as if everything in my body has been washed away with a wave of luxurious relief. I slice the shard against your neck and you gasp as your eyelids flutter open in shock. I cannot breathe any longer and neither can you. Your fine blood spills from your neck and washes my face. I watch you quickly die beneath me. I smile as I watch you pass away before me.

Finally I lay my head to rest upon your dead chest to sleep the sleep angels have only dreamed of.

I don't know what the symbolism of this is, but I guess it's weird. I just found this when I was looking through old drafts on Blogger. I can say that I did write this and I don't know what I think about it.

Anyway, I was feeling creative and made a couple of tattoos. They are exactly the same, with different quotes. The images I used can be found here and here. No copyright infringement intended. The images I used are in no way my own. All I can say is that I manipulated them. I keyed in the text too.