• I've seen your face,
    Every pleasant, individual feature,
    They make my heart swell,
    My eyes perspire with such sweet tears..
    Tears of joy,
    Of Agony,
    Of satisfaction and pride,
    Leading to certain happiness,
    And perhaps, a means to end my search,
    A search that has gone on for long enough,
    So long,
    I know it to be true this time,
    I have found it,
    Her,
    The factor to my creation,
    I will shower her with happiness syphoned from my very soul,
    For it is her,
    The being whom deserves this most of all,
    Truly she does,
    For she is my love,
    A powerful word, yes..
    But true it is,
    There is no doubt in my mind,
    That this body,
    Adjacent to my own,
    Will share my satisfaction,
    My feelings of love, and my feelings of joy,
    for the years leading upto our untimely deaths,
    Untimely?
    Whispers form around the silhouette of who I could be,
    How could this be untimely if you can never love?
    You are flowers and chocolate, shrouded in jealousy and deception,
    She will find out,
    She will mind,
    She will frankly not be kind,
    And behold yourself,
    Asking for pity when you are kicked onto your hinds.
    My darkness stares at me with ease,
    Laughing in the face of sheer despair as it announces victory..
    b*****d,
    Hell spawn,
    Ageless cretin,
    Pompous, inbred swine...
    I fall to my knee's in failure,
    Knowing I could not do better,
    Not against this foe,
    Not against myself,
    A darker.. me, one that has seduced the shadows of hell itself,
    Not he,
    I fall to this notion,
    I fall..
    Defeated, hopeless,
    I'm sorry.

    Laugh,
    How could a laugh find light when the darkness spills over me like rain?
    Laugh,
    How could a laugh find me will enough to lift the legion of darkness from my weary back?
    Laugh,
    Could a laugh cause me to forget the shadows of the past, to move on knowing the future is bright?
    A laugh will,
    Just give it a fools chance,
    A shot in the dark,
    You will not be disappointed..
    I promise,
    With knew-found strengh,
    I march to my nightmare,
    A scenario unimagined,
    A happening that would have the huddled masses brimming with hatred as I go,
    Trying to change the unchangeable,
    To change the very propaganda that has been laid out for all beings,
    I want to be myself,
    So I do this to break the curse that has been cast upon this generation,
    But don't give me your damned faith,
    For this is a fools hope,
    Not something to be believed in..

    Have you found another entity to hold onto?
    Something else for me to break from your grasp?
    No?
    Then shall I dispose of you properly this time?
    The hands of so many before me give me the strengh of thousands,
    I have your neck,
    First one hand,
    Then two,
    b*****d,
    I'll tell you now,
    And not again,
    Our deaths will be untimely,
    Because my love for her is eternal,
    And it is something that will never truly be broken,
    Beads of tears run down my lush, emotional face as I press the neck of my demon into the wall of light,
    He struggles, spewing out more lies to my steadfast resolve,
    She hates you,
    Smile,
    No, she doesn't,
    A lasting gasp, giving the impression of sheer desperation,
    She.. she.. doesn't know the real you!
    The Demon exhales for the last time, its defined figure leaning against the wall, lifeless in my grip,
    Softening..
    Ceaseful,
    Deceased,
    Alike the demon,
    The grip had become eradicated,
    My hand would get a brief glance,
    On examination,
    The palm seemed to be stained black,
    Sigh,
    You will always be apart of me,
    But will NEVER make up who I am,
    Know this,
    Darkness..

    A gob of spit flies upon the lifeless corpse,
    Leaving a lasting impression on the future carrion,
    I love her,
    This... much...
    Fingers from either hand merge together into a definate heart shape,
    The Demon's lifeless body fitting into the heart shape just barely,
    I think I'll wait for my love to get here,
    So we can feast on your flesh together,
    Bending down,
    His lips grazing the ear of this lifeless spawn,
    He talks to this lifeless entity,
    In a deep, unusually chilling voice,
    Who was really the demon?
    At these words, the murdered spirit morphed into a human,
    Pale white,
    Bloodshot eyes,
    With a never changing expression of agony,
    While the suddenly very bold character, boasted a smile which would make even the bravest cringe,
    And as he turned his head to view the sudden turn of the front doors knob,
    His eyelids turned its normal shade of brown, from the dominate blood red color,
    Fangs retracted,
    The dissipated shadow formed back to its last known shape,
    Lastly, the smile turned innocent,
    His posture giving Ms. Besecker, now in the doorway, the impression that nothing was wrong,
    That he had an uneventful day alone, and they could start dinner,
    Happy anniversary, dear.