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Sharp tears
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by [Devilwings ]

2008-12-23  |     | 




In the shadows, at night, she walked in Lucifer's heritage... she was followed by the crippling dark shivering her teeth in death's symphony. Alone she passed the dawn of life and as she overcame the last trails of death, ironically she smiled at the thought of God: "Even though I walk through the dark valley of death, because you are with me, I fear no harm. Your rod and your staff give me courage."
Her smile turned to dust as the feeling of solitude gained control of her, yet she was afraid not of her loneliness, but that of others that she may encounter in this forsaken place called Hell.
As she heard the long tormented knife whispering behind her she demolished in fear and in a second, tears of wine burst-ed from her heart making her seek the silence of the murderer with her weary eyes... And through her bloody chains his tears were falling like salt upon the deepest wound. Her pain he felt and smiled at the corpse as if the smell of blood came from the rain. And no one else could listen to the winds crippling her eyes with terror … And when he touched her skin it seemed as if her bones would crack in poison, and she felt raped by God Himself.
Digging through her thoughts she felt rebounded with madness and silence did her lips accuse… perhaps this was the gift of pain, she couldn’t die nor live, perhaps. A murderer, she thought, and in his shadow she felt him opening her chest… such violence trapped inside one man, brutality beyond the joy of murder…. Perhaps a beast or maybe just a perfect death. And weep did the prey for her hunter and tears fell even from God’s heaven, the poor and haunted fate of Hercules.


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