Cursed Thing

How to begin, My Love?
Blood will drip but not yet, you see...I must make it plain to see.
You will be crippled, plain, and sore...but not yet...I have not reached my core.
My arms crossed in fury riddles,
Insense furrowing my eyes ripples...
So you think you know what this is???
How very wrong you are, indeed.
I gather every silver strand of hate...
Loathing, Seething, Building...
I see you are very small now...
Seeking, maiming, destroying...
You will cringe beneath my shadow
You will suffer this
You will bow to what you've done
And beg for my forgiveness.
And if this you so choose to do, I shall mock your stupidity...for you never realized who was with me when you spurned me...

...Eyes of cold angelic hatred burn through my ice eyes.
Fire ices over in the coolness of my ready rage.
A storm, I am...a hurricane...I will sweep you off your feet...not in love but in pure hate.
You never knew what you had done to me...to us...to me...to her...
Time to kill, your blood to spill
I will have your skin as a garment.
I will use your eyes as a testimony;
Your ripe ignorance as a mantle for dismay.
I will reap your prosperity and take the spoils
I will rape your dead body to desecrate who you were...even though you shall be no more...even though the very sight of you repulses me...it must be done to prove my point. Else this whole charade be a mirage.

My blade slowly stretching skin, you blood drips into my wanting mouth. My glittering teeth shine forth in crimson lust as I taste your fetid aroma in the air. When you bleed your true side shows...you blood is red and black and blue. Your eyes are empty and shall remain so...only when I am through with you, they will be filled with the emptiness of death instead of hypocrisy.

I call you 'My Love' because that is what you are...a love. I cannot live without envisioning your slow demise...you will hide behind a fast decline in the depth of life. And I shall be the one holding your leash.

Soon to be yours ever so truly...
Eden, the Mother of Darkness