'Love' that Lives Beyond the Grave
Hello my dear readers! Did you wonder where I'd disappeared to? Well, don't worry, I'm back, and I mean to stay... that's enough drama for now. I wrote a short piece that I'd really like my faithful audience to read... it's about a very damaging, obsessive, possessive, suffocating kind of love-- which isn't even love to begin with. I hope you like it!
"Black as ebony, red as roses, white as an angel's wings.
My pure, beloved Snow White...
As I placed the crocuses in front of her grave, I whispered a silent prayer.
'I'm sorry', I said. 'I shall repent forever', I said. 'The Lord snatched you from me because of my selfish, violent love. You poor, fragile little woman. '
A tear of blood slipped down my marble cheek as I thought about her smile. The deceptive smile that I would never see again. How cruel she was, in life and in death; even now, my love for her drives me to extremities. My sweet swan, my angel, you will not escape my clutches."
Interpret it as you like. Thank you for reading!
Hello my dear readers! Did you wonder where I'd disappeared to? Well, don't worry, I'm back, and I mean to stay... that's enough drama for now. I wrote a short piece that I'd really like my faithful audience to read... it's about a very damaging, obsessive, possessive, suffocating kind of love-- which isn't even love to begin with. I hope you like it!
"Black as ebony, red as roses, white as an angel's wings.
My pure, beloved Snow White...
As I placed the crocuses in front of her grave, I whispered a silent prayer.
'I'm sorry', I said. 'I shall repent forever', I said. 'The Lord snatched you from me because of my selfish, violent love. You poor, fragile little woman. '
A tear of blood slipped down my marble cheek as I thought about her smile. The deceptive smile that I would never see again. How cruel she was, in life and in death; even now, my love for her drives me to extremities. My sweet swan, my angel, you will not escape my clutches."
Interpret it as you like. Thank you for reading!
