The Undead.

Forever and always AKB

I use to watch you as you slept.

I love your lips. soft… pink… warm…

ever so slightly parted, delicate.

id listen to your breath. every breath.

you were so peacfull.

and the soft contours of your body.

dim morning light through the window.

shades of blue and grey.

chest rising just to fall so smoothly down.

your naked body half coverd by sheets.

sheets that couldnt cover you if they wanted to.

my hands on your throught, you liked that.

That look in your eyes. you knew Id never hurt you.

youd inhale with a gasp a pleasure when I got it right.

Everything was always right. everything… right?

Now I know it will be. I know youll never leave.

a gentle thrust, a warm wet gush.

your life no more than a crimson river.

Down your chest, onto the floor.

everything you ever were is mine.

your lips part. and that look in your eyes.

pure. nothing. hopeless. love and everything.

the same as on the side of the road that drunken night.

cold steel, tender flesh. surrender to nothingness.

Youll always be my first and last.

My one and only. your love was mine.

and my life was yours.

Ill hold you in my arms. love you till your gone.

I never lied.

I can still taste you on my lips.

cold and crimson… our last kiss.

a clean escape.

The water is drawn and Im all alone.

I look at myself as I take off my clothes.

I look pretty decent.

Its the real me that nobody knows.

I know the secrets that nobody can.

nearly flawless canvas on a broken man.

Im thinking of you as Im lowering in.

Warm relaxing water just under my chin.

the last time you made me smile.

The last time you made me laugh.

This is the last time Ill take a bath.

The sleep is coming. Im going to drown.

Im dreaming of you on the way down.

do you remember all the places we talked about?

they were all just dreams.

My Hands, Your Lips, Our Eyes.

My hands, you use to say they were perfect.

That I had perfect hands.

I wonder if you even noticed them before you left.

I see my hands everyday, but I never really look at them.

At least I havnt in years. But… Im looking at them now.

Time is showing, the texture is changing.

Fine lines cover my knuckles.

There seems to be more wrinkles where they bend.

They say you can tell someones age by their hands.

I wonder if it’s a fair representation.

I wonder if what my hands where to you, is what your lips are to me.

Soft, pink, plump, warm, delicate, perfect.

I wonder if Id recognize them. If in fact I were to ever see them again.

If we ever see each other again.

Our eyes looked so similar.

Like the same eyes on a different day.

They knew each other so well.

But I wonder if they would recognize each other now? Or later?

Somehow I don’t think so.

A change in shade, hue, fine lines, and wrinkles.

Lines of happiness and pain. Everything in between.

One just as indistinguishable as the other.

I wonder if itd be they cant, or wont want to recognize.

Or maybe theyd wish they had never forgotten.

ingrained

... I truly am haunted. Sadly there is no exorcism for the memory.

I am an artist.

 I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.

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I'm not human. I'm animal. Less in your world than mine.

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