He smiled in the dark
as madness took him.
For years it had grown
breathed into the trees
from a thousand broken minds
leeched into the
soil
from a myriad tattered souls.
Matured in a reliquary
to the
worlds trauma.
Turning gently to her
he smiled
a razor thin smile.
Cold eyes
gleaming unseen
behind dark lenses.
Softly he led her
deeper into
the darkness.
With reassuring grasp
and shy hints of desire.
Secluded in the dark
their lips met
as the knife kissed
her
throat,
demanding silence.
Promising more.
Tenderly he lay her
down
hidden amidst sweet
scented bushes.
Old thoughts stirred,
awakened to be replayed.
As in silence the
knife
slipped through flesh
and fabric.
Stunned she bared
her heart to him.
Smiling he took it with him
walking into
moonlight,
and with madness left her.
