MOVED TO KILLJOYTM

                                                DIRT / ROT *

013.    our muses sleeping together in their victims’ bloody sheets.

it’s a phenomenon of ferocious caliber  ,    kismet favoring that of your profound love  ,    your ineffable ardor for such a flawless human being.    even whilst you house yourself upon the vacant expanse     (    with ivory sheets deluged in crimson fluid  ;    it’s practically akin to the precedent corridors you traversed to attain this precise point  !    )     beside her  ,    all that you consciously concern yourself with is her.    not these sullied linens you’re currently situated atop  ,    not the ornamented draperies split into indistinguishable tatters  ,    only her                     only the keeper of your heart.

stripped of apparel your palms  ,    encumbered and imbrued with the long acquainted familiarity of carnage and grime  ,    reach forth  ,    tugging her winsome physique close  ,    skin embracing skin.    you bestrew a medley of kisses and pecks against the crown of her beauteous curls  ,    placidity submerging your indicative visage in the ascent of a smile.       ❝     i love you.     ❞