Monday, February 16, 2004

This is my Valentine's day story. Enjoy.



And the man she loved said,"Why don't you kill me? Wouldn't it be for the better? i made you like this so shoot me....I diserve it....kill me... Make my heart stop beating make my hands grow cold let my cheeks lose there life and color make my limbs heavy.Take it.... take my life before I take my own. Its very simple. Pull the trigger......hear the bang.....keep your eyes closed....open them slowly.....and see my dead limp body on the floor infront of you....Your graceful white wings....splattered with the blood of the man who made you...the way you are right now......tainted grace."


The beautiful angel he'd fell in love with at first glance said,"I don't want to kill you.I don't care I love you. You don't diserve death. I'm the perivlaged one...I want to grow with you....breath the same air as you...I want to kiss your lips full of color...feel the warmth when I hug you...scence the life when I hold your hand.Keep it.Keep it and save it. Its not that easey.My hands....they tremble...My love...is too powerful...the tears...they can wash away the blood and yet the stains will never leave...my wings,,,my memories....my heart. Thats true..too true..the only reson....of my being....tainted....I love..." Her hands trembled. She squeezed shut her eyes.Her finger tip graced lightly on the trigger.Tears came from her eyes.

He heard her weep."I love you......and alway will...trust me.....we'll meet again...."he wispered.She pulled the trigger.A gag came from him as crimson blood came from his mouth.She colapse and cryed....."bang" she wispered. She looked around her.Her wings were forever stained with the man she will forever love's blood.She saw his body infront of her.She went to it and hugged it as if he were merly a sleep and ready to awake at any moment.

She saw the tear drops that he shed on the blind fold.She kissed him one last time.Her lips were stained and forever be by his blood.She wept as she held him."Will we meet again?..I do trust you...but....the doubt still lingers...."She kept holding him and crying for hs soul.She saw a daggar near his feet.She look at him."Why did you want to die when you are capeable of doing so......I wish I could die.......angels......they can't die you know.....so why.....why did you die?..why did you want to die...so badly?" She picked up th daggar.She looked at it and then looked at him.She held her beloved close to her chest.Then she put the daggar to her left wrist, and made a verical slit along a small portion of her vaine.She did the same to her other wrist.Next the angel put the now blood soaked daggar to her neck and made two gashes.One going left to right.The other from the top of her neck to her caller bone.The tips of her hair and her dress dotted with sacrafical wine.And the cuts formed and upside-down cross.

It bled.She wept. Forsacken by heaven. Desicrated by blood in both worlds.She'll weep for all eturnity untill she finds her beloved Lucifer.And his soul will wander forever and more, untill the end of time trying to find his beautful Eave, with her graceful tained wings of crimson and light.....






"I love you......and alway will...trust me.....we'll meet again...."
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