Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Hatred. Its a powerful thing.

...and my fury will burn against you like hellfire, your skin will drip from your flesh, your bones will turn to dust, because you crossed the lines i drew, and as long as I live, my every breath will curse you with unceasing hatred, soul seared with the inferno of spurned passion.

You dared, because you could. But I would crawl through a field of needles, hail and storm, sirens and metal; no insurance engaged will harbour safely your soul against me inevitable. I'd come to you, to your door, redemption cluctched firmly in my cold palm, and when you're lying shattered on the floor before me, naked in weakness and bare of that steely facade, eyes pleading for mercy and compassion alien to me, its barrel would align itself dead between your eyes, and it will lodge fifteen dear bullets deep into the recesses of your corrupted mind, your name neatly etched on each. You probably caught a glimspse of it, did you?

And I'll admire and photograph your limp body, your head in full bloom, just for old time's sake, because you never looked more beautiful in the time I've known you. And I'll smile. Oh yes I'd smile happily. One chapter ends, and yet another begins.

Because I could, too.

Hmm. Interesting excerpt.

jOhn thought at 12:40 PM