Death

immersed in salient melancholy, vivienne's memory - lethe, and sensual inadvertence - came to her in fragmentations; broken dreams, amnesia, ever thrusting its moist fingers into her state of emotional abeyance; raking her heart in divisions of blood, senseless disorientation, and thirsting agony. she, wept in isolation; often alone, in the exhausting grace of her merciful regressions. she wept for herself, a sweet and painful song, relishing the vile sunder of her desperate cries; succumbing to temporary dysphoria, an illusion that so aided her loveless, lifeless survival; yet her tears, had meant nothing - not even surrender, relinquished her release, nor paved against the bestial selvage of her immortal ruinations. swept in an abysmal ache, a deepening, provocative despondency that flourished its hot blade against her untouchable wounds. fore even vivienne, so drenched in exotic sentiment, could no longer endure the eternal receptivity buried deep in her womb. pain and loss. a languid ennui akin to satiety, and emotional abandonment; the arousal of intense hope, and equally crushing demise. she were on fire, burning alive. intent to kiss the lips of death, to touch the verging intimacy of passionate longing, and lustful desire; to embrace the gentle predilection - the entangled vitiation of the one she loved the most - if only, she were capable of remembering who they were. and yet, she would never remember him. her memory, had been erased; her identity, raped against her will. her love, turned to mindless, uncontrollable lust. her affectionate, tender demeanour, burning wickedly, labouring a violent mania - a screaming hopelessness - panting with all the fever of a vengeful lover who settled hungrily between her thighs. savagery turning inward, seductively raw - a perfect embodiment of the sensual and self-destructive aphrodite. she lingered in her slow-smouldering hatred, suspended in illumining, blinding treads that interlaced woven needles into her skin and tangled mass of soft, dark hair; a hatred veiled beneath a shimmering surface of celestial beauty. a hatred that fermented in angelic relucent, sweet; sinful, yet bound with lustful animosity and a deep-rooted confusion - her life, once ablaze and saturated with innocence, youth, radiance, purity; argent with love and smothering nourishment, now succumbed to complete and total darkness. a urge to taste pain, to relinquish her elegance in exchange for animalistic filth, were an ever persistent, doting hunger - she were powerful, seething, externally vexatious; a womanly predator, whose emotions ran hot and wild. matured through her repining and grievances. vivienne had suffered many lifetimes, and in each of her deaths, her sins, she would repent with all the loving ardor of an archangel fearing that merciless wrath of her god. YET, AT THE SAME TIME SHE WERE GODLESS; INCAPABLE OF LIVING A LIFE VOID OF PASSION AND LOVE. drawn unto the darkness, she slips between the shadows. her body stilled, as the delicious fragrance of male touched her lips, caressing a subconscious need. "good evening," vivienne whispers, her eyes grazed the length of his muscular body; tracing the contours of his hardened jawline and smooth chest. her voice sultry, laced in a frigid contempt - gently weaving against the flesh of his ear; coy, and ever so suggestive. "have i disturbed you?"