12-10-2013, 02:23 PM
Sun bright blush and deep black mascara made for a fierce war paint.
Even so, I knew she wouldn't survive the bows of five
Violent violinists, piercing her flesh as she tapped on glass castanets.
They waged a war for me.
Slicing into their own necks in a sawing motion,
bleeding into the scene.
She waded through it,
her movements, fluid.
Arms forming the letter S as she carved and cut, shaved and stabbed.
Watching her ruffled gown sway reminded me of a velvet drape near an open window,
turning and twisting.
The music was murdering her!
Contorting her body as hungry piranhas, growing from her palms continued biting into the flesh of the sound.
I heard the shrill shrieks of twenty strings whipping her body.
Lashing at her as she fought back valiantly.
In the end you could no longer hear the taps from her glass castanets.
Only the five violinists survived. Dying now, bleeding from the neck.
With one swift strum
the battle came to a screaming halt.
She lie in a pool of blood.
It was the most beautiful death I had ever seen.
Even so, I knew she wouldn't survive the bows of five
Violent violinists, piercing her flesh as she tapped on glass castanets.
They waged a war for me.
Slicing into their own necks in a sawing motion,
bleeding into the scene.
She waded through it,
her movements, fluid.
Arms forming the letter S as she carved and cut, shaved and stabbed.
Watching her ruffled gown sway reminded me of a velvet drape near an open window,
turning and twisting.
The music was murdering her!
Contorting her body as hungry piranhas, growing from her palms continued biting into the flesh of the sound.
I heard the shrill shrieks of twenty strings whipping her body.
Lashing at her as she fought back valiantly.
In the end you could no longer hear the taps from her glass castanets.
Only the five violinists survived. Dying now, bleeding from the neck.
With one swift strum
the battle came to a screaming halt.
She lie in a pool of blood.
It was the most beautiful death I had ever seen.