Part I.
"dispite the fighting and
abuse
the rape
the hate
the blood
tears
shame
persuit
dispite the hunt
the hurt
there's something like
love
between us
you know there is."
"NO!" she cries
"yes, face it
even with all the war
between us
even if it's not LOVE, per se
it's an undeniable
Bond."
"a Bond, yes,
a Bond,
a chain,
a sackle of deceit
betrayal
and cruelty." she replies
"you have to face it
we are the same
we have faced the same
pain
loss
hatred
we have the same
potential."
she stands silent
in denial
"accept it
EMBRACE it
we are cut from the same cloth
we are perfect for each other
but because there has been so much betwixt us
so much
wrong
we've forged the paragon of perfect enemies
we cannot exist
fully exist
without the friction of the other
we hate each other so much so that
love and hate
are one in the same
bi\ut there can never be
LOVE
between us
just a twisted
dependant
Bond
indisputable
and because we cannot truely LOVE
there will only be
Mutually Assured Destruction
to keep everything
in
line."
Part II.
the girl
now grown
molded into
perfection
the paragon of the monster
he wanted her to become
now crowned her god
she is content in coldness
alienation
heartless in persuit of him
tasting blood
has made her want more
"yes" says the beast
"i havbe missed you"
"and i, you." she replies
"you have grown," he comments
"bloomed, you are a flower now."
"thank you ,sir"
the beast nods and bends to press his lips
to hers
"maybe now this cold co-dependant Bond can grow?" she asks
"maybe..."
"you've come back, i've tasted blood..." she says
"i know, my dear dameon, my der
doll." he replies
"are you proud of me ,sir?"
"yes"
"i fought for so long." she says
to keep from becoming like him...
but
the harder you fight...
"you hated me, i know. of course..." begins the beautiful
beast
the god shifting from foot to foot before her
"the harder you fight
the more you hate...
you were destined to be this." he says
"i know, sir." she replies
bowing before him
"i am yours."
"you have embraced me." he smiles
pleased
the resolution of the struggle of years
the one donning duster looks down
lowers her head
and the beast places his hand on her shoulder
"how long will you wait?"
"i've waited three years, sir"
"how long will you wait?" the beast repeats
lowering his head for a kiss
"as long as i must, as long as i can,i'm here
i'm
yours
i will always return to you." she replies
intoxicated
everything close to the consumation of a circle...
Part III.
the circle broken
girl abandoned
as the beast
moves
on
with another
sans history
sans struggle.
"sir?" she questions the dark air
haunted by a memory
the reply is silence
the girl
dismayed
chokes on her own foolishness
"how could i have been so..." she trails
"blind?" a voice resonates
crippling her heart
her soul
her
"no..." she chokes
eyes flooding
"you promised, sir..." she cries quietly
"i promised nothing, my love." the voice echos
nothing
"as wicked as you are...
youre
beautiful..." she says
the reply is soft laughter
a chuckle
she bites her hand in frustration
pulling duster tight
an attempt
to
hide
her shredded soul
"you said you loved me, sir..." she trails
dragging on a cigarette
"i do love you"
"lies!" she exhales
smoke curling up, venomous
"if i didn't, would i have liberated you?" it questions
"you didn't...
i'm still..."
"no" it interrupts "i am proud of you."
the girl
dejected
lowers her head
turns
away
and all that surrounds is cloying
darkness
empty
and she cries
"you need not return to me
any
longer." a fading echo resonates
and she falls
to
her
knees
the one donning duster
exhales
silver
smoke
and lays
broken
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