2The broken form of woman stumbled back inside, shaking and hurt in a way no one could perceive. Door shut with a click behind her and she dropped to her knees, tears running from hollow eyes like blood. And blood would flow before the evening was over...
[ if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel eyes of a tragedy ]
How could she explain these feelings? Confusion.. false intentions, perceptions.. tangled tragedy. He was with someone else, now. The hate for him burned so heatedly within the confines of spiderwebbed-scarred flesh, patterns of grief and misery and anger. Emotions woven so tightly and so expertly, overlapping until they blended together like blood and the very wine that flowed from trembling eyes.
[ here i am expecting just a little too much from the wounded ]
But beyond that powerful choking fury was compassion, memories of tender moments, flesh upon flesh and stolen passion, sexual ecstasy and the silence afterwards in which words were replaced with screaming gazes and lying smiles. Choking sadness welled up beyond those eyes, the very oculars that now stopped upon the silken, inviting edge of the murderous claws on twisted hands.
[ but i see through it all and see you so i threw you the obvious to see ]
Everything she saw was veiled by a haze of coppery red. Sadistic hunger pains wrenched at her insides, a savage cry of misery and pain slicing the air as she sliced through her arm. It flowed like a beautiful waterfall, creating a shining lake of regret at her knees which she watched spread. Silvers grew duller.
[ apparently nothing you don't see me at all ]
Self-control faltered and clothes were torn, shredded by shattered emotions. Crimson splashed and stained the floorboards which were already spattered by frightening familiarity. Lids flickered and faltered, looking everywhere and seeing nothing.
[ youdon'tseemeyoudon'tseemeatall ]
Body stumbled and crashed, sending droplets scattering. Violent fingers fell still, woven with threads of sticky azure turned pink when exposed to the shrieking silence. Porcelain expression twitched beneath the red carpeting. Eyes slid shut and enjoyed the darkness.
Eyes of a tragedy.