The Gift of Serenity

Lifeless eyes

Search the next world for the answers

That this one never released Her body lay neatly

In the back of my van

The love I have given her

Lasted brief moments, yet forever now

And she gasped for the breath, which never came

To requite my love

Like a silent angel, she slumbers eternal

Pale, porcelain and perfect

I gave that gift to her

I transformed her

From the putrescent, foul, dirty Whore that she was,

To this magnificent waif, almost mythical

It wasn’t easy; this transformation

At first she fought

And clawed at my flesh

And how my forearms ached!

As I squeezed her narrow neck.

Then

Her tears welled, wet swollen tears

Followed by deep crimson specks in those haunting eyes

Appearing like fireflies on a hot July night

The blood vessels popped

So beautiful

I imagine

The dark spots that must be widening before her

Losing consciousness, losing life

She wets herself

As do I

Now the smells entice

As it soaks through her clothes

Hot urine, dribbling down her thighs

Hot semen, dribbling down mine

For both of us, the orgasm is intense

But our eyes roll back in their sockets for different reasons

It is time now

For an embrace then a good-bye

To the angel I created

Out of rotting trash

They will find you sleeping sweetly, breathlessly

With your eyes slightly open

Your arms wide open, gracefully

As I place you gently

Amongst the refuse of this city

Which is the one last gift I give

You are now a masterpiece

Pristine beauty, contrasted against

Waste and filth

For I am the artist

With so much more love to share.