Bloodlines/Saviour.

so the sketching is incomplete by the artist. she dawdles purposefully, aiding her hope for procrastination, leaving responsibility to linger on into the echo. Gazing upon damaged recollections with slight affection, to console the guilt.

maimed and cursed at for the inadequacy. yet playfully, she toys with their minds fully aware of the power and influence the unfinished product possesses. gracefully, she carves over the previously healed wounds.

blood trickles down her freshly cut wound on her bottom lip. she kisses the blade and slashes the canvas, leaving trails of blood. to no ones' astonishment, it spells out her desire. she lies there like a crumpled heap wearily, the warm taste lingering in her mouth.

despite the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and fear, the self confidence never leaves the realm, where her limitless potential is conjured. as she stands up gaining composure, she grabs the merciless blade; blood visibly dried upon its surface, and plunges it through her palm.

shrills of her voice is heard throughout the spatial volume that surrounds her. and yet she screams not in pain, but to realise that the time for her penance is at an end.

she draws the blade from its flesh encompassed home, and throws it towards the wall where it fastens itself. the blood trails paints the concrete wall leaving lines that represent the now severed veins that gush life. with this, she takes her brush, touching it on the trails, attempts to finish the portrait.

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plagued by disturbed dreams, she arose as my saviour. while i remain the prince of desolute decadence and decay.

yet she is left in peace not, for she is chained down to prevent my release from my pandemonium of pain. she looks upon me for hope, yet i cannot provide so.

for i have the barriers of many. i tear at my own flesh to seek what i believe i am to possess.

she reaches out to me with ease, yet my hands are weighed down by the weight of millions, of thoughts and desires. i look to redeem myself in her presence, but am prevented by the devil, within me.

release me!

make me re live those moments. await my arrival. i will not leave.

in the rattles of the endless darkness, there is not life, but her.