A sickly sweet aroma in the air had been forecasting death for a while now.
The clips seem to have been pulled from some noir drama shaded by grotesque.
Black lights rise from underground, from the perils that lay beneath the surface of the white masks that cradle the everyday theater.
Red skies had befallen upon the thirteen nameless faces lost in uncontrollable mania, frenetically pressing against each other, ravaging their own sins into creating an utopian illusion. Nothing but carnal desire.
From the outside only the screams. Echoing through the walls, harsh and grossome. One could refer to it as almost mythical. A symphony of destruction, an apocalyptic refection. Soon, the flames would have burnt themselves out and there would be nothing else but silence.
The fluorescent waves lengthed upon their faces. White trails drawing pain across the skin. Their eyes resembled negatives, glowing pure white. Rage and lust. In the midst of this gore scenery there was you.
Irradiating a dense aurea that turned your immediate surroundings into black and white pictures. Portraits of death. Your nymph nest had yet reaches its dark climax. It looked clearer through your lights. Playing with blood in their mouths, a sticky mass of flesh in their arms. The shape of a hand could still be seen. An antique ring on its finger.
I instinclively carressed my finger. Pulled my own ring away and nested it over my hand. There was a girl beside you that sparkled in silver. Her face like a porcelain dool. Unlike everything else around you, she was not without color. Her lips flashing passion red. I shivered. A thousand ice needles rading through me as her eyes layed over me. An intensity that blew me away and induced a fear that froze me instantaneously.
She drew a glaze cherry from the bowl and layed it over your mouth. The caramel dripped on your tongue softly. Your eyes on mine screaming defiance. Her cold hand slid through your face.
You stood up. Your voice ran inside my mind without a knock, raped my own thoughts and took over.
'And what would you do? If I'd present you with a free ticket to hell?'
As you moved towards me, the movie started to roll in slow motion. Twenty six eyes now fell on me. Lust had never been as intense, fear had started to criple my soul, as everything began condensing itself into despair.
You leaned beside me and touched my arms. An endeavour towards false protection, that for a split second heated my heart. And that was enough time for your to find your way into my mind, dissociate every particle of me and puzzle it in your own way. In that nanosecond the seeds of death had been planted and flashed into exponencial growth.
Ice cold water running beneath my skin. Everything inside seemed to have turned to stone. Frozen in a moment in time, I could have just become a gargoile, forever doomed to stare from the heights of Nostradamus, trapped inside my own tremendous hopelessness. Your hand on my face felt like flames. When our lips touched, I too was sent into a state of stillness. As if time had compressed into that moment alone and the ambience exploded into gold dust.
Again, it didn't last more than a second. Darkness rose from beneath and took the dust away. Hovering in a random point of the universe, lightened only by the glow of your eyes. I could feel the poison like acid on my mouth, your smile like a grimace. As I suffocated on your arms, you laid one last kiss on my hair. The smell of cherries numbening me, the taste on my lips drawing all life away. It wasn't that bad thinking about it that way.
Tears sparkled on my face, my features remained unaltered. The last beat of my heart clashed throughout the infinity, revealing the walls that ressonated the sound. The scenery had reset. My hand fell on the floor, it felt like porcelain now. The ring rolled throughout the room, tingled on the wall, waltzed with itself for a while before reaching its own lifeless condition.
It vanished into smoke, reappearing in the mass of bloody flesh on your spider nest. I could recognize my face without catching a glimpse of it. You returned to your paradise of lost souls and took me by the hand.
The girl with the red lips fed me from her glazy ambrosia and poured a kiss in my mouth. On the wall, an old photograph. Colourless and shady, I too had been incorporated into your sticky black aurea. Another succubus on your dark tale of passion.
