Tainted Love

April 23, 2008

I see Jeanine at a distance, the current source of my obsession as Rose had been before.

As I follow her through the nightly mist my heart beats stronger, willing to make hers mine. I stroll impatiently through these back alley streets hypnotized, even while covered in the cloth of indistinctiveness laid by the moon upon night travelers, such beauty remains unaffected.

As I come near, she recognizes me and speaks to me as kindly as always. As I behold her divine expression and golden locks I lose myself in her deep blue eyes.

As the night gets older, we become closer. As the night ends I leave her lying in bed.

While returning home, flashing through my head are the events of that evening, thoughts of lust and depravation, disturbing thoughts of carnal pleasure.

The sweetest kiss as her as I slid her neckline open and tasted her blood through her lips, whispering promises of being hers until she died as she gasped one last time.

That angelic expression of hers shall be eternal, shall never grow old and fade away as I remove it from the her now inanimate and growlingly cold body and make it my own.

I shiver as I remember the unforgettable, the mild smell filling the room as I eviscerated her and made her heart mine. The addictive smell of murder.

I see Mary at a distance, the current source of my obsession as Jeanine had been before…

Jack