Toxic-remake

I watch the blood slowly drop filling the white blank page with a burst of life. It gathers in one spot like church goers but I'm not religious just apathetic on the pattern of pathetic, yet feel god like in the simplest of ways that I have created a beauty so redefined that not even a smile can comprehend its origins. It leaves some halfhearted passer biers disinterested and emotionless yet makes them moved by feeling not an ounce of shame for it. For I have now given them reason. A cause, explanation, or justification for and action or event and the event is what? Logic? A premise of an argument in support of a belief? The power of the mind

Her skin was cold like death. Her eyes a bright green. Her hair hung over him as he lay beneath her. He couldn’t make out where they were, but it felt like they were floating. Floating in shadows. She leaned closer to him. Her lips just barely touching his. He could taste her. A longing to kiss her serged through his entire body. She lightly trailed her lips below his ear, and eventually down to the curve of his neck. He closed his eyes, pushing his body closer to hers. He gasped in pain but pleasure quickly took over him. Her mouth connected to his neck. Blood trickled out from under her lips. From the back of his mind he could hear a