The Disintegration Of An Antihero

Was there no end to their passion? He laid there, motionless, as she raped him with her words. Forcing herself inside his mind, penetrating every cave of thought he had, as her pronouncement lubricated his dreams, and electrified his imagination.    And he craved it. He burned everywhere, as her comments set fire to his soul, while she rode his fear and excitement to an unknown climax, splaying herself out for only him to see. She was his jade. her light to his dark the calm to his rage    her wet sex to his hard-on He knew there was no end to this.    They both understood. She was insatiable… and he was addicted.    What a perfect pair of red ravaged masochists    …killing each other, kiss after verbal thrust, writhing over the thoughts of one         another, horrified by the bliss of it all. This was a death they both welcomed. She the predator… and he the welcoming prey.

For a love we dare you break.

I am the only way out.

At the corner of my twin souls.

the little girl is the old woman is the little girl.

And by fearing everything I have nothing to fear

...it merely becomes inconvenient to one of the parties.