Darkness of lies.

Daytime is her innocence of life, while she wakes putting each detail of clothing into place, slowly and gentle is the way; a way of presenting herself, her way of life, happy and colourful materials of that she wears.

She has long hair that is deep, shiny and golden as the sand by the ocean that sparks in the sunlight.

Her eyes are like deep, clear, bright blue marble;her skin is clear and tanned. She is a musical of joy, of the winds of heaven.

Her lips pink and pure, untouched of that she is, so innocent that she is a girl of God, of the heavens above. Her heart is open to who may see this, to take it as their own; to take but also abuse, an easy object of that she is, who is easy to break.

Her soul to others is always very touching but in danger, her future is not to be told or seen. Her friends do not know her, but accept her; she isn’t the lion of her friends but the sheep that will follow, to hide away from attention, to avoid the spot light following her, to not take control. She acts like a virgin of God, but soon loses her way to the devil.

Still so young, but so smart until the silly girl falls; falls in love to desire, to passion, to evil, “to the soul of a man” she recalls, but to the body of a killer, a mask he is hidden behind, but the cruelty inside is yet to come out. The young girl becomes very vulnerable and blinded by her heart to another.

Love of joy she has, spinning round is fun, but once you lose your balance fun it is no more, but a dead end, a dead end for love.

She’s surrounded by nature and the summer air of that she is, but he is surrounded by the darkness of shadows that consume him night after night.

He shall bleed it out from his teeth, to show the animal of that he is. He is the animal that is required to hunt, to kill, to torture, in which he fears her safety for the love he has for her.

He is seen as the two faces, the two personality’s, the two half’s of that he is, the man and the demond within. Her love for him is unconditional, she sees the good in him, prays for him in the silence of the night,when all are sleeping, chooses to believe no less of him.

Her heart starts to see pain when he is the beast of death, her heart bleeds out.

Called upon in the night he turns, he changes, she begs him to be sane, to listen to her, telling him he is good, to control it, to control what is taking over, to fight the darkness, to fight it all.

He fears for her, he turns to the darkness of hell, takes what is his, and takes her not willingly. She struggles, he pins her down, and her cloths are torn from her, a naked babe she becomes, naked to God, to the devil itself.

She screams in pain, in torture of that she feels, bleeding because of him, his teeth biting through her, her insides feels like she is being ripped apart, pinned down like a defencelesssheep of that she is.

The line of helpless has reached its point with her, she falls into a sleep of hell, darkness and terrorbeholds her.

Transition takes its place with her, blood of his is fed to her, in whom she fights against, she is forced it, her head hears painful noises, and she fits, her body goes into shock, it has been done!

She wakes on the dirty grounded grass, her eyes are full ofvision, looking around her clothes are scattered around her, feeling naked, feeling unclean, she looks around, he is nowhere to be seen, but gone.

The animal of the night, the man she fell in love with is gone. She sees blood on the dirty grounds of where she laid, dead grass where the blood has touched; she sees bite marks of her body, dripping blood falls from her.

Her innocence is no more, feeling as though the devil has taken her, as she has been with the devil; she is now the devil’s slave on earth to do his bidding.

The girl is no longer seen in the light of God; she is now in the darkness facing difficult obstacles on her journey, a journey to where?

Her clothes she now wears are of a dark and dirty colour of which is a sign of that she has been touched, soiled upon, changed as women beneath her in whom she has the two faces of now, two half’s of, a face of a women, but hidden away is the face of the killer inside her.

She is no longer a girl, but now the monster of the night, the demond that now possess her.

Her lips red and dark as blood, her hair of a dark chocolate colour, eyes darker than normal, her skin younger pale and white looking. Lust she now craves for, no longer is it love, but the darkness, craving blood no longer food, which she will no longer feel weak or die without.

Her strength stronger than normal, ready to hunt, to kill to feed upon those that are weaker than her.

She no longer fears the future, but invites it in with evil, with ideas from what to change, from what is required for her to do.

The air around her feels stronger and different, her movements as she stands are quicker than a normal human being, she is no longer human but something else, something darker, something that is feared.

She fears nothing or no one, she is no longer vulnerable, no longer has a heart, she feels nothing, she is death.

(Author note: please feel free to leave your comments and how this piece deep to my soul it hits me, tell me how it reads to you, much feedback welcomed, thank you for reading a piece like this)