Inter-Soul Relationship

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short tale about a psychotic man creating his zombie lover..

Submitted: June 06, 2010

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A slight prick will be all you feel as sensations slowly dwindle. A sting of the needle bites away your final nerve endings. This shall be your final feeling one mixed with pleasure, pain and numbness. A comfortable state of comatose should envelope your mind and gradually extinguish any perceptions of the real world left.
Now that your limp body is only thriving off of the violet tinged concoction pulsing through your veins, the real entertainment begins. Black and Blue bruises begin to litter your sweet alabaster skin. Maiming you with my symbolic emotions, making you mine forever. Though the bruises aren’t enough.
Once hazel irises are faded over in monochrome glaze. Dulling your vibrant eyes with tones of death. He’s already trying to take you away isn’t he? Telling you lies and promises no even an entity can keep.  Ignore him! He only causes excruciating pain, pain like nothing you could ever experience on Earth. Don’t fall victim to my hooded fiend, keep your dignity above the somber lands.
Beep Beep Beep. The monitor continues to shout vulgarities at me. Warning me to hurry up. Why in such a world deemed by sloth am I the only exception?
Silence- dead lined. Now a step closer to capitals of power! Brunet hair dries out and crumples off your scalp. Don’t worry you still look beautiful to me. With your wiry hair and sunken eyes. Frozen pale blue, iced over lips. Etched in place on your lifeless face. The feel of your cold hard skin with my warm hands modeling around yours is enough to send me into an euphoric unconsciousness. Aphrodite of the unworthy you are to me. Be the damsel and I be the dragon, protecting you from the knight. Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending that’s why our story together shall be a melodic tragedy.
Twitching. Fingers tremor scratching their long curly nails against the stainless steel table.  Robotically you sit up straight, flinty eyes look into mine. Trembles of happiness violate my gut as I watch your labored movements. Will you be my dark side, my master, my leader? There’s always enough time to further discuss these sensitive subjects later. For there’s eternity before us. Bound to Earth our dormant souls, which where deprived of righteous light.  The time has come to march the land. Devour the detestable and wretched. My beauty my pride and joy. Welcome to the world! The blood hosts await……


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