How can death be so beautiful...?
Is it the pool of crimson red that surrounds you,
Or perhaps it's the way the moon glows on your soft pale skin?
Either way it's beautiful.
I could sit here for eternity.
Just sit here and watch your fragile motionless body.
So still.
I could sit here for eternity and outline every curve of your body with my
eyes.
The same eyes that watched you betray me.
I watched every move.
And with every move you made my heartbeat slowed from pain.
And I planned everything.
As you betrayed me I planned your beautiful death.
Planned the way the blade would slide across your neck.
Planned the way I would set you down and not let you fall.
Planned the few thigns I would say to you in the short time it would take
you to die.
And everything went perfectly.
I cradled you in my arms for but a moment after your attempt to breathe one
last breath failed.
If only you could see this beauty, my love.
I know how much you appreciated art.
A fragile motionless body of soft pale skin with long pitch black hair
flowing from it lay peacefully in a pool of crimson red.
Such a priceless masterpiece.
How can death be so magnificent...so fulfilling?
How can death be so...beautiful?

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