Oh, love, comfort me!

I cannot find…

remember…

…see what?

Where the black cat roams, idle gossip

turns to death.

Please!

Save me!

Darkness…

it is

eating

my soul.

See?

The bloodstains turn up on my hands.

My life is no longer your own,

but changed to become the advocate of all that is

Unholy.

Spit out my heart, I want it back!

Where are the roses?

Vile flower of intensity!

You lie!

Your blood-red color stands upon

murderous

grounds,

evil apparition of love!

He gave me a posy of beautiful hearts.

I keep them in my box,

next to the heart he cut out of me.

Is it not beautiful?

Remember…

remember…

what?

Do I know who you remember me as?

Where did my love go?

He promised me a ring…

But it was stolen…

find it?

Or can I climb from this black pit of

demons

panting down my heart?

They surround me…

Help!

Oh, my love, why?

I cannot recall your name, my love…

…tell me?

He is coming…

…he is coming…

Do I want to revisit my grave before I die?

Where is the name that eludes my sight?

Peter!

His name is Peter.

Love…

He gave me roses.

Red ones.

I…

cannot remember…

find…

see…

what?

Help…

My blood is on his hands…

what love has he left?

Where are my roses…?

I have lost them!

Help!

Spit out my heart, I want it back!

Elated…

demons crawl in my skull.

Pain!

My spine is shriveling in the fire,

oh help!

My love, please, take the roses!

They murder my heart with velvet petals poisoned in hatred!

Oh, spite!

Spit out my heart, I want it back!

A/N: This was written as part of a story about a year ago that I thought was crap(I might someday ressurect and revamp that story, but for now, just this part remains). I have a love/hate thing with this piece. I like it, but then again... I don't. So tell me what you think.