Demented Jigsaw

My eyes were vacant… empty inside…
She knew me well, but not what I had become,

I would find weakness in her; every serene movement she made was blind…

A foretoken… a trial driven by my sadistic grudge

She remained unscathed… but the look in my harrowing eyes told her harm's omen was seeping in...
Neither of us made any movements, except the winding, of a sickening grin sinuous across my psychotic face.
Though she never gave into fear…

She stood there watching the twisted figure staring back at her…

In a freakish, arched body, vigilant to her every move… she was undismayed and kept a stance…

She was puzzled… and I had lost the pieces.

To this tainted jigsaw I was poisoned... broken and incurable.

-Lurid Black-