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Bluelighter
The following contains themes of a dark sinister and disturbing nature. By reading you agree that you are responsible for any disgust dysphoria or anything negative
Sunsets Over Red Skies.
by This guy
He swiftly attacked bringing the knife through the victims throat.
Tempered blade glides uninhibited though the soft flesh;
A wake of blood followed spilling hot death across the body.
Once again knife enters body as it carries through the abdomen
The gurgles play a wonderful treble to the bass of the organs.
They slip swiftly, escaping their dark tomb to be appreciated by he.
The body laid to the floor; he can now appreciate all of the beauty.
Running his fingers through the warm passages and around the masses of flesh
They slip through his fingers swiftly leaving a satisfying trail of plasma across his fingers
Thin strands of the viscous fluid suspend themselves between his fingers.
Unable to resist he brings them to his lips
Passing his tongue through the gaps and ingesting the fluid as if it were the very essence of life.
He turns back to the corpse examining his subject's beautiful eyes.
They are slightly glazed adding an extra level of brilince to the topaz of her cornea.
With great care he presses his thumbs through the sockets removing the gems for his collection.
Now that his harvest is over he moves to the second stage of appreciation.
First letting his hands roam over what velvet skin was not covered in her life nectar.
Then painting her body with the intricate patterns it deserved to be covered with.
Finally with great sweeps of his hand adequately soaked in her blood
he painted a beautiful backdrop to the scene
A blood red sun setting over the horizon
A symbol of the victims beauty passing from this plane.
And at the center tacked her heart as her life went with her.
With a final glance he looked back as any artist would do.
With that glance he hoped to see his best work.
And as with any artist, he saw only something that could only be improved on,
next time.
Sunsets Over Red Skies.
by This guy
He swiftly attacked bringing the knife through the victims throat.
Tempered blade glides uninhibited though the soft flesh;
A wake of blood followed spilling hot death across the body.
Once again knife enters body as it carries through the abdomen
The gurgles play a wonderful treble to the bass of the organs.
They slip swiftly, escaping their dark tomb to be appreciated by he.
The body laid to the floor; he can now appreciate all of the beauty.
Running his fingers through the warm passages and around the masses of flesh
They slip through his fingers swiftly leaving a satisfying trail of plasma across his fingers
Thin strands of the viscous fluid suspend themselves between his fingers.
Unable to resist he brings them to his lips
Passing his tongue through the gaps and ingesting the fluid as if it were the very essence of life.
He turns back to the corpse examining his subject's beautiful eyes.
They are slightly glazed adding an extra level of brilince to the topaz of her cornea.
With great care he presses his thumbs through the sockets removing the gems for his collection.
Now that his harvest is over he moves to the second stage of appreciation.
First letting his hands roam over what velvet skin was not covered in her life nectar.
Then painting her body with the intricate patterns it deserved to be covered with.
Finally with great sweeps of his hand adequately soaked in her blood
he painted a beautiful backdrop to the scene
A blood red sun setting over the horizon
A symbol of the victims beauty passing from this plane.
And at the center tacked her heart as her life went with her.
With a final glance he looked back as any artist would do.
With that glance he hoped to see his best work.
And as with any artist, he saw only something that could only be improved on,
next time.
