Loneliness... Beating...
I woke up to you staring into my eyes
and I felt the warmth that lovers feel
when they know there is nothing
that can destroy their little worlds.

I closed my eyes to the fingers
running down my skin
I sighed in pleasure to the hands
which help me so firmly in their grip.

My legs

My arms

My Head

My... Legs...

You've freed me from my manacles
You've help me in your silken hands
So pure and pale
like the hands of Strapping Boy Love.

You've led me, you've led me
You've looked into my eyes
and instead of seeing my face
you've seen something more.

I can look into you
and know that no matter what
you will catch me as I fall.

Can I open my eyes now?

I've been asleep for a thousand years
and for nine-hundred ninety nine years
we have been together, holding fast.
Now I open my eyes of stone
And hold up my wrist to your lips
to find that no one's here.

To find that there is cold wrapped around me
emulating your arms...It hurts now
Now that I understand what it is.
The blankets of roses we made love upon
Only spiders crawling and struggling under our weight.

I can hear your tears fall upon me!
I can hear them seep into the dry earth!
I can feel your sadness that I am gone!
I can hear your hurried breath as he... As he...

Yes... Heh... I understand that I am dead.
I understand that my death must be walked over.

There are beetles in my skull
Maggots in my bloated belly
worms in my armpits
spiders in every word I gurgle.

Look at me now, as I am gone. Look at me now!
My beauty is faded is it not?
But am I still beautiful? Hand me that mirror and...

Even with the rancid smell of death seeping from me,
And I still... Beautiful?
Or am I just alone... Rotting away in death
Exactly like I did in life?

Rociel Trudeau

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Phaestian, in the year 339 AF.