Dreams Painted Red

In dreams painted red, I would tie you down to me and drag a blade across your cheek. Breathe in your very gasps and swallow each of your screams beneath blood splattered sheets.

In dreams painted red, I am your world. Each caress, each whispered promise, "I won't hurt you, sweetie~", each soothing word "shush precious, don't cry~", they are my gifts to you. When you scream my name and struggle against me, I will bind you to me. Every breath you take would be mine, mine, mine. Darling, red looks good on you.

In dreams painted red, I bare my soul to you. I am darkness and blood and corruption but your presence comforts me. You are my everything. I plunge my knife deep inside you, flesh and bone parted cleanly for me, "I know you want this~". You are beautiful, amazing and more than human. The rest of the world doesn't understand you, oh no no no. Only I do. We're meant for each other. Scarlet roses bloom before me and I drink the sight in, greedily. Like red wine, I am captured by you. My heart beats loudly in my ears and vision, narrowing onto your form. Rapid breaths and muted screams, silver flashes in both our eyes, Tonight you sing for me, hitting the oh so octave notes. Sing for me, my sweet canary, sing.

In dreams painted red, I seek solace within your folds. I try so hard to believe you, try so hard to make you happy yet when I take one look at your eyes- I know. My world is beyond your grasp. You cannot understand.

In dreams painted red, it is not enough. No matter how much I carve my mark in you, you are not enough. I painted your body in shades of crimson, I worship you in scarlet offerings, I fill your world with ruby streaks, yet you flinch from me. You break when I teach you my world. As you buckle beneath me, claw at me, shouting hoarsely about what? A Monster? Don't lie to me. Tell me you don't enjoy this! Tell me that adrenaline doesn't course through your veins when I ingrain in your soul that you are mine! I don't share, darling. I will burn out his mark in you, within you, and through you. My legacy is in my blood and in the slow drip drip drip of the night. You are so very real beneath my hands. No apparition, no hallucinations can ever match the way your voice catches the high notes of fear, weaving erratically through the discordant tones of insanity and pain. Nor can they ever taste the tang of your sweat on my tongue or feel the rapid dump dump dump dump of your heart beneath my fingers.

In dreams painted red, I would find the crack in your sobs, the break in your screams. And when I do, I'll shatter all of them and make them mine. Glinting shards that dig into flesh, slice apart tendons, and grind against bone. What a masterpiece you are- one to be savoured slowly and fully. I take in your scent. It is metallic and earthy and my eyes are drawn to that crimson sprawl on you, so bright and rich, trembling with the sheer force of caressing, whispering sweet promises against your skin. I shiver and hungrily lap it up.

In dreams painted red, I erase all my doubts and let your lifeblood redeem me. My saviour... scream my name until your voice burns out of air.

Crushed velvet and hot silk, vermillion kisses and carmine caresses, in dreams painted red, you slip away from me in the shadows of the night.

When I awake, feverish and lost, I reach out my hands to find thin air next to me.