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מדורי במה








United we stand, more than ever together, and united we
shall fall.
Our souls so close together, I think nothing can tear us
apart.
Our bodies are touching, and I like how it feels.
I know you're the only one who won't flee with fear from
me.
I know you're the only one who doesn't care about my dark
side. You know everyone got his weak side. Dark side.

I am the moon, you know.
The moon is not evil, as most people think. He only lives on
what the sun is making anyway. Without him it will all be
useless. At least he gives it all a point. I.

United. Forever united. I wish those who laughed at me and
kept telling me I'd be alone forever would see this. You and
I. Together. Fuck them all.
Heh. They're dead now, you know. They really deserved it. I
can't think on why the hell did god create them. They were
slimes. They were worse than the worst. Than the devil.

Mommy says I've been a really bad boy lately. Sometimes she
comes up from her grave and start strangling me when I'm
asleep.
Why can't she do it, honey? You probably know. You always
knew it all.
Mommy also says that I've become a beautiful young boy. But
she doesn't know I'm older know, stronger than I used to be,
after all those gym hours. She also doesn't know I've found
daddy's apartment last night.
Damn him. I stabbed my best knife in him so many times. He
deserved it. The best for he's still my daddy, and the worst
for he left mommy, and cheated on her, and always hurt her.
Look at the irony. Mommy's died from the same knife. Maybe
that's why she's a little upset with me.

I'm so happy I found you. You taught me all I know.
I remember the first time I started drinking those guys'
blood. It was quite odd then. But you made it so much
easier. You always made things seem easier.
It was a stormy night.
Come to think about it, they all were. It was raining hell,
and there was this girl, hitchhiking. She was pretty, and
you hated her for that. But you should have known I could
never love anyone else.
Heh. I remember how you undressed her, and told her she was
really beautiful. She screamed there for help. I loved the
feeling that she fears us.
I remember you always had the best taste in women. And in
people's blood. You always chose the best of the best. I
never argued.
Heh. That girl there stared at you, terrified, as she
probably never was. And as you started licking her bleeding
stomach, I heard her silently crying. That I liked about
you. You never told them what to do or not to do. You just
did, enjoyed, and off you went.

I licked her tears. You stared at me, still licking her
blood. You made a few more cuts, and then let me taste her
blood. I was not familiar with the taste or with the feeling
later to come. But I thought you knew what you were doing.
I remember that when we let the girl go, she couldn't
believe it. She thought we were some low-life serial
killers. Heh. You never were like that. Neither was I. She
actually stood there and gazed at us, doubtfully. She
whipped her tears and asked you: "why are you letting me
go?"
"Do you want us to continue?" You asked her, careless.
"Of course not... but... I can sue you. I can make your life
miserable."
"What? So, they'll send us to jail for a couple of years,
free us early for good behavior, and then we'll be back to
the same old routine? What's the difference?"
"Aren't you afraid of jail?"
"Heh. Jail is just an excuse. Some people go to jail, some
to school, some to work. Jail is just about not being free.
We aren't free anyway. We keep finding ourselves reasons to
get ourselves behind the bars of life. Jail isn't much
different from a job."
"I never thought about it that way..."
"She's good at explaining life." I said, trying to fit in.
You were always at the center of attention. But I wasn't
really jealous. You were the best.

I keep remembering all the stuff we did together, the
moments of hatred, of happiness, of love, of lust.
Most people don't know what true lust is. Not for the
feeling of a human body wrapped around you, inside you. But
for THE human body.
I mean, how many of you have really tasted human flesh, or
human blood? Probably not many. Almost no one, that is. So
you can't see the difference between lust and greed. Not
truely.
But then again, I don't blame you people. Society had caught
you all by your necks, suffocating you, not letting go.
Society considers me as a freak. It considered you, my
beloved one, as a freak, and you were far from that.
No one can really see how much society is wrong. Not even
you.
God. Sometimes I miss your complete body.
But I can't be really sorry you're not totally here. After
all, it was I who ate you.
I'm a good student, you know.

And we are as I said, forever united.
Till death do us a part.







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בבמה מאז 29/9/01 18:41
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