Ah,
what beauty I did see!
Smoldering gray eyes,
long brown hair,
flowing in the breeze.
Skin, so soft and perfect,
the feeling like thin gossamer silk
and the color of cream.
I miss her, my beloved Elena.
Grieved and left alone to madness,
she sought the sweet merciful beauty,
death.
It came for her swift like a bee,
a living bee,
flapping its wings against the glass jar
trapped
oxygen being sucked away like a vacuum,
and on its fleeting last breath,
it's black eyes hid
blinding itself from the kiss of death.
And so did she,
hide from me.
The dead life
living in immortality.
I couldn't save her
for we were both doomed
and I'm sorry that's how it had to be
the slave to the cannibal inside me.
