dark star

part one

"Years of blood tears stop when you came to my side"

"Years of heartbreak fixed when you careesed my lips"

"Years of lonliness forgotten when i tasted your touch"

"Our love, a force to be reckoned with in the abismale night tha covers the moon"

"My love pierces your heart with the fangs of love"

"My love, more years of us"

The lights dimmed; the swirls of deep violet and angelic bright ivory cast over me and the stage by a projector hidden by the darkness; in my mind vanishing into nothing. It goes completely dark.

I like it this way still, absent of life. But i know it's not going to stay this way no matter how i wish. I take a deep breath while the a light starts to slowly get brighter behind me. Cued by the light being the brightest it can be i belch out on the F major scale an  A B C D and I held an E

"For ev-er my love"

While in the note i am to raise my hands as i cresendo the last note, and drop my hands down instantaneously as i cut off the note and droop my head. I did as i was told not because i like my profession; being a certified entertainer but because Max Tixer, my song writter.

He has capture me completely. Don't get me wrong, a really nice person he may be, with a great personality but i don't care. I just love... the way he smells. So intoxicating and it gets me hot. Like my own personal afrodisiac.

 To me evil and vindictive and manipulative equals Max Tixer. He teases me with those acciedental paper cuts and V-neck T-shirts and hugs and sudden afternoons in pools. Exsposing this exilarating scent that belongs to the hidden stream under his light salamander colored flesh. He knows hes doing it too.After every show he gives me a warm hug. Pulling my face so close to his neck, sufficating and  almost unbearable. But the day when i can suck his blood and he will still be human after i do it approaches.

It started in Mexico. I myself am not mexican nor is he but thats where it started.