You are numb to me.

You have lost yourself in the never ending search of death, of night, of life. Or reason. You are captured by the chill of the night, drunk to the infection. Your eyelids are heavy, though you need not sleep. Your jaw is loosening, though none are here to call. You are lost my darling. Lost in a tangled web of life. Must we dance this dance tonight? For I know not how to fix you Rhetoric. No one does. Can you help me Rhetoric? Your thoughts linger on your past, before you became the devil. You are loathing the very essence of your being. I follow your thoughts to the time of life, of our life. We walk beyond a harsh desert, towering all the little critters below. You long to crush one beneath your talons. But you won't. You are holding your anger for someone, something. What my sweet little Rhetoric? Who are you waiting for?

But you have brought me back, before we see. Your voice will not answer our questions. Do you even remember my love? Your body sways as you walk through the carcasses. Its toying with us Rhetoric, and you let it. You love it. For I have taken over. The evil within. Back again my darling? You lower your skullery, inspecting the foreign substance below. The colors are gone from the world. Just you, and me. Black and white. You're done. You're finished. But why? Because of me, I am in control. The little demons inside your blood. It's them.

The sound of an approach awoke you from this trance. You listen to the dainty footsteps. A temptress has come, but alone. But there are none moving. Your mind has mislead you. Again. Forever the misleading cretinous being. Your eyes fly open, glowing under the moons light. There is a moon tonight, you stare. You hate it. You love it. You are torn. As always. Your eyes dance to find an ess, your own heart rising in tempo. You are worried. Your salmons flare gently. Mixed feelings. Again. Always. But you don't let it show, you pride yourself on that. You only let your stronger side seep through. Your perfect side. You spy the demoness. A gorgeous creature, awaiting something. Pondering. Your face is frozen in a silent scream. She is divine.

She is haunting you. For what you couldn't do. For what you can't do. You can't go around effortlessly and kill someone. You have to wait. You are perfect. But not quite. She taunts you, showing off, you won't touch her until its perfect. But why? Weak. You are weak my little Rhetoric. Darling, just go touch her. You long to. To prove her wrong. To prove them wrong. You were fit for this. You know you are, but do they?

You hum quietly, trying to grasp her attention. 1, 2, Ye, coming for you, 3, 4, better lock your door, 5, 6, better watch them whips, 7, 8, now you are my bait, 9, 10, never sleep again. A fairy tale gone wrong. Turning a childhood rhyme into something sinister. You are turning sinister. You are forming, waiting for your chance to pounce. Yet the world is still silent. In this black and white world you feel dead. But you must embrace the darkness Rhetoric. Embrace it with your drowning heart. She is teasing you, focus on the wench. Just touch her darling. Just a little contact. It won't hurt you, love. Just do it.

You grin. A lopsided grin of evil delight. Your footfalls become heard. you move closer to her, closing the important distance between you. Your sides begin to burn, itching with delight. Dancing with the fire. You tango with death, you dance with strangers, your music is delayed. For you. The world waits for you. You are the world. Go and make it known.




OOC;; Hopefully this suits our lovely creatures xDD