Bloody Love

eight.

GHOST HOME

PRESS HER DOWN LIKE RED WINE GRAPES, SHE'LL OOZE OUT A BEAUTIFUL BLOOD RED WITH THE SWEETEST AROMA, LIKE BABY'S DULCET SKIN.

SHE DON'T BELONG HERE YOU SAY.

A LOVER TWICE SCORNED - USED HER AND BEGGED HER TO PLAY YOUR SICK TWISTED GAMES. TURNED YOUR BACK ON THE LADY WHO COMPLIED TO YOUR EVERY WISH.

YOU SICK MONSTER. YOU SICK, SICK BLOODSUCKER, YOU PARASITE, YOU LOWLIFE.

ALL SHE WANTED WAS A WARM HOME, ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO BELONG BUT YOU SHUNNED HER.

SHE WAS TOO STUPID TO DENY THE FILTHY LIES SPILLING OUT OF YOUR BLOODSTAINED MOUTH THAT YOU COVERED WITH YOUR HANDS WASHED RAW.

DO YOU REMEMBER THE FIRE IN HER EYES, THE RAGE IN HER TONGUE?

YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE. YOU HAVE MISTAKEN HER SOFT SKIN AS WEAKNESS. IT'S A WEAPON THAT ONCE BROUGHT YOU TO YOUR KNEES.

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW SHE SINGLE HANDEDLY SLASHED AND HACKED AND KILLED ALL YOUR ENEMIES WITH HER SHRILL BATTLE CRY THAT SCATTERED THE LIONS AND BROUGHT FORTH THE THUNDER?

REMEMBER, TRY HARD TO REMEMBER THE GLORY SHE BROUGHT YOU. YOU FORGET SHE'S A GODDESS WITH ENOUGH BRAVERY TO OVERTHROW A MAUSOLEUM OF DEAD GHOSTS FOLLOWING THEIR ORDERS.

NICTORES MIGHT HAVE LEND HER TO YOU AND YOUR BRETHREN BUT INDRA YOUR CHILDREN TORE HER APART. SHE FOUGHT FOR YOU BUT YOU LET HER GO TO WASTE. YOU USED HER AND THREW HER AWAY TO ROT AND WEEP THUNDERSTORMS.

SHE HAS LOVED YOU FIERCELY AND LOYALLY BUT YOU WEDGED HER INTO YOUR CLOSET  LIKE YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH. IS SHE A TOY? NAY SHE'S A GODDESS I TELL YOU AND YOU HAVE WRONGED HER. THE WORLD HAS WRONGED HER.

NICTORES REFUSED TO TAKE HER BACK BECAUSE YOU HAD TAINTED HER WITH BLOOD AND DEATH. SHE HAD NO ONE TO TURN TO. BES DISAGREED, SOL REFUSED SO YOU LEFT HER IN THE HANDS OF THAT SLIMY BASTARD. HE SUPPRESSED HER CHOKED HER, IT MADE ME CRY, IT MADE ME WEEP. I WILL BURN YOUR FUCKING HOME DOWN IF I SEE ANOTHER MOTHER FU KING BASTARD TOUCH HER.

HAVE YOU LOST YOU MIND INDRA? HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN HOW HER SILKEN HAIR MADE YOUR HEART WEEP AND HER PALE SKIN AND CRESCENT EYES MADE YOUR MOUTH WATER. SHE'S A DELICACY NO ONE DESERVES. BUT DON'T YOU FORGET EVEN THOUGH THE MIGHTY EVIL HAS HER IN HIS CLUTCHES SHE'S A GODDESS WAITING TO UNLEASH HER WRATH UPON ALL THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED HER

SO WHAT IF SHE HAS A GHOST HOME? I WILL SOON BUILD HER A MOTHER FU KING TEMPLE.

a/n : for Dolores. fight for yourself this time.