P i e r c e K a r u
Death of H.
As he sat there, the coldness of life steadily draining away as the emptying of a vessel, an addled expression marked his visage. The glinting of the beautifully crafted metal protruding his chest stained in crimson red, gave his reeling thoughts pause. All seemed surreal in the moment. Casting a look to his left hand, the smoking gun held therein felt too heavy to lift. An imperceptible scoff escaped his blood stained lips and within this solitude of silence, a presence was there. Her voice beautiful and calm. Seductive and reassuring.
"Believe in me and give in"
The man turned his head only slightly and responded, "I didn't expect you."
She uttered a soft laugh. It was the sweetest laugh one would ever hear. Then she replied, "No one ever does."
He heard her voice and the warmth of her breath upon the skin of his ear, and her soothing voice once more, "You are bleeding. You do not have to. I can help you, if you would only trust in me."
In disgust he spat, "You drove your blade through my chest. Caused me immeasurable pain, and you want me to trust you. Not a chance!"
She exhaled a soft sigh, "It is not my intention to cause pain. People have hunted me, fallen for me, died for me, lived for me, spoke ill of me, spoken good of me, not trusted me. And only a few took the opportunity to truly know me. Most of all, although you have never once took notice of me, I do know you, better than you know yourself, and have been with you all along."
The slumped man soaked in blood gasped for air, and looked into the intense beauty of her face. The most beautiful woman he had ever existed, or will ever exist.
A look of concern and care caressed her features and she whisper insistance, "You are expiring, you do not have long. Please, do not be cold. Do not be hard hearted. Let me help you."
With a look of disdain the gargled inquiry, "Who are you?"
"You already know who I am." She regarded him curiously, "I am Love."
His eyes glared in foul rage, and with all his force he seethed, "I will never believe in you. I will never trust you."
With a heavy heart she stood away from him, the tears began streaming her face, and with an almost inaudible whisper, "Then you are truly dead."
Death of H.
As he sat there, the coldness of life steadily draining away as the emptying of a vessel, an addled expression marked his visage. The glinting of the beautifully crafted metal protruding his chest stained in crimson red, gave his reeling thoughts pause. All seemed surreal in the moment. Casting a look to his left hand, the smoking gun held therein felt too heavy to lift. An imperceptible scoff escaped his blood stained lips and within this solitude of silence, a presence was there. Her voice beautiful and calm. Seductive and reassuring.
"Believe in me and give in"
The man turned his head only slightly and responded, "I didn't expect you."
She uttered a soft laugh. It was the sweetest laugh one would ever hear. Then she replied, "No one ever does."
He heard her voice and the warmth of her breath upon the skin of his ear, and her soothing voice once more, "You are bleeding. You do not have to. I can help you, if you would only trust in me."
In disgust he spat, "You drove your blade through my chest. Caused me immeasurable pain, and you want me to trust you. Not a chance!"
She exhaled a soft sigh, "It is not my intention to cause pain. People have hunted me, fallen for me, died for me, lived for me, spoke ill of me, spoken good of me, not trusted me. And only a few took the opportunity to truly know me. Most of all, although you have never once took notice of me, I do know you, better than you know yourself, and have been with you all along."
The slumped man soaked in blood gasped for air, and looked into the intense beauty of her face. The most beautiful woman he had ever existed, or will ever exist.
A look of concern and care caressed her features and she whisper insistance, "You are expiring, you do not have long. Please, do not be cold. Do not be hard hearted. Let me help you."
With a look of disdain the gargled inquiry, "Who are you?"
"You already know who I am." She regarded him curiously, "I am Love."
His eyes glared in foul rage, and with all his force he seethed, "I will never believe in you. I will never trust you."
With a heavy heart she stood away from him, the tears began streaming her face, and with an almost inaudible whisper, "Then you are truly dead."