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Published: 2011-03-28 20:43:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 112; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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Picture this my love. A black room, not for pictures, but a room of entirely black. It is poorly lit, by a golden chandelier. There is a dark wood table in the middle to the left of you. Straight in front of you is a red chase lounge with a dark wood base that matches the table. On the lounge lies a young woman. She is not beautiful, she is beauty. She is wearing skinny jeans and a black shirt, and this with her hightop black converse makes her seem out of place in the elegant room. There is something off about her, that makes her enticing and frightening at the same time. You begin to think it is her eyes, and the way they seem to coax out your soul and inspect it in a single glance, they are the color of insanity; but then you see her smile. Slowly it grows, at a slant, exposing her pearl white teeth. It is a gorgeous smile, as though the sun itself sets and rises at that exact spot in between her blood red lips. As it grows, you notice something else. Two needle point fangs rest on either side of her mouth, two to the left, two to the right. Your heart fails and you whisper 'vampire?' She laughs, and the laugh claws its way into your skull and wraps itself around your mind, squeezing."No my love," she replies. "Better." She rises from her perch on the lounge, and approaches you. "Much, much better." She raises her hand, and her pale, cold flesh caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, the world twists and deludes into a vibrant mess of color and sound so loud that your ears are pounding, and the words you know she is saying to you might as well be in greek. You laugh, unable to hold it back, as you feel a sharp sting in your neck, and pain as it draws down your throat, but all you can do is laugh. It's Greek To me.
This is Your Insanity.