The fiery furnace

The fiery furnace 

 Crimson drapes her skin. It's almost beautiful how it trickles. Dripping down her cheeks into the crook and nevel of her neck, pooling in the spot. I feel the warmth as it cascades upon me in washes. It sprays and splatters, showering me, making me as dirty as I had made her. She is no longer a woman, she is no longer human. She must be from another realm, one I have never known. In the dead of night, the pale moonlight kisses her skin and births a gentle hum and shimmer. But she is no angel. An entity that has taken from, in a beautiful crown jewel. She has come to collect me. My own insides exposed and vulnerable, just like her. Beaten and torn I am. I need to cling on, I'm gripping at life, drawing it closer to me. And she is pulling away. Letting this Angel Of Death, consume me whole. My soul is leaving me with no goodbye, sucking and pulling at my very core, its leaving me. Windless and breathless, I cannot hope to join the air to my lungs. She towers over me, in all her glory. Her teeth like diamonds shining in splendor with my red blood adorned on them like rubies. Like I was a trophy. Her eyes are in front of mine, matching the earth I am becoming one with. The air gets colder as she sucks it in. Inhaling my soul. Looking into me. My eyes must be filled with tears, my nose runny with snot. Here, she stands before me, my heart in her hand. I watch as she holds my organ, her chest so dear and close to mine. My heart slowly thudding, her hatred keeping me alive fueling me with a fight I can no longer put up with. My speech has become hers now. She peers into me, looking through the windows of my house. Lust runs thick through her veins, as she watches my lights dim every so slowly. My lungs filling like a lake, with fluids. The whooshing sound is heard in my brain. My body twitches, convulses like a mad man on drugs. I can't control its spasms, as my brain panics, looking for a way to survive. My conscious runs in a flurry. Hasty and is looking for mortality. The hairs over my body, I feel them stand up in one swift motion, leaving me to a wave. I'm colliding with the stars and heavens, and she frowns upon me in disappointment. She laughs at me. Mocking me and making fun of every twitch and twang of horror I feel. The squelch of my insides are heard loud. My heart hitting her delicate fingers as she rips it out of my chest. Like a plug has been pulled out. My life in her hands to with as she sees fit. Her haunting laugh guides me to internal damnation, the sound waves bouncing off the walls of the cosmos. She comes out of a pit of utter blackness, filled with despair and sorrow, and tears me down, ripping my soul, and holding it captive in the fiery furnace she dwells in.