My, What A Pretty Face

diary entry 5

My heart beats to the hallow of the drums, the screams in the night are like a running stream. The hallow, the hallow , your life is second to none. Such sweet horror.

I took her as she got ready for halloween only if she new, it was to be her last. She was dressed as poison ivy, go figure with that hair of hers, the irony it was fitting, for stella was to be no more. she did put up a struggle I held her down till her body went limp. No! no! my mind screame's you've killed her we need her alive,she must see what we dose, she must feel the beauty we make from her luster, feel her life dose it still beat for us? she must breathe she must live, so we can truly show her what art is.. this one we will let see our work for what's in true beauty if we have no one to feel its seductiveness. I took her to my favorite place my cabin in the woods the place were no one hears there screams. but the creatures that live in it, I think the first thing I will take is her hair to strip her of that luster and leave her bair, I'll then take her legs for with me they will forever stay here..your eyes i will take that will be the best in my collection, for this world will see that beauty isn't with-in, the holder but with the last man holding them. I'll listen to that sweet music, that I so love to hear as she screams for peace; I'll reply to her stella ur beauty is mine, and for that you must adhere for your beauty is my art.and to night your it's muse.. she begged, she offered me money. she even offered me her body, I did consider it but once your in our grasps can you truly destroy perfection. No my sweet stella you must watch my beautiful art. You must feel every pain,watch as your life force drains, I'll let you keep your voice,for with it my name will be the last you scream, as beauty fades...