It Feels

It feels reliving, the cold steel on the dead, blue surface. Heh, like crimson paint on a strangled blue backdrop... am I crazy? Because I like to hear the scream and screech or see the whites in his eyes roll back... he didn't know I'd be back for him. I had to his beautiful face hmm..I am feared by most. You'll never see me, hear me but you'll speak of me I am what's to come but is...least expected. I'll tell you his being was so easy to set upon the water. He was graceful on it, he painted the water red with a touch such talent. I made him do it though. He was such an easy one to take. I took him and I let them see my art...the screams and tears am I crazy? I fell in love

Lady. Death