my dream

fuck it.

if martin luther had one, then i can too.

So it starts off wheree im in this grassy field and its all nice and warm and sunny. And i'm wearing this beautful white dress, that goes to about my knees, and the winds blowing and i'm looking out.

Then theres you. In your cute little cut off pant short things, and a white v neck. With your pretty brown hair and youre gorgeness youness.

And you start walking towards me.

I smile...

because you just fell over in pain.

the sky is so black, the field turns brown, and black , and there little random fires everywhere.

As i approach, still smiling, your coughing and choking.

Because i'm so sweet, i kneel down next to you, and move a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Then theres a ring of fire around us, and my eyes go all black.

But i'm still smiling, even as i use my razor sharp finger nail to slice open your beautifully carved abs, and watch your guts pile out.

Its so cute.

You look up to me and i'm still smiling with my abyss black eyes.

You whisper " I love you" just like you use to when you were real.

I don't say anything back, but i kiss you.

And then bite open your neck and slurp the blood oozing from and step away, leaving your lifeless "loving" body, in that circle of fire.

Now i'm just walking barefoot, through the burning field, blood stains on the bottom of my dress, and some on my bottom lip and chin.

After some time i turn back and whisper in your direction

"the girls with the prettiest smiles tell the saddest stories my love"

--end of dream--

“The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.” - C.S Lewis