I’ve seen him before. His gaze was cold yet warming. The look on his face was that of a person who got what he wanted. Never in my life had I seen such a man. Never had I seen someone with a gaze so piercing, it made everyone turn around and never think about coming near him again. This man. Who was he? What was he? A god? Human or perhaps something we could only think of in a dream?
That voice. It was made of silver and could probably change the direction of a rampaging ocean on the brink of flooding the world. The way a single syllable sounded coming from those lips. Lips made of bitter-sweet poison that could steal your very soul from your body. Words that sound like love, but are really persuasive melodies that lead you in harms way. I’ve heard that voice.
The smell of familiar victory is now defeat. It changes to lure you in, always altering to what you like. You think what you smelled was that of a sweet and satisfying dessert. You don’t realize it was really a poisonous gas sinking into your body and devouring your very existence. It will continue to cleanse you till you fall and never again get up. I’ve smelled this smell. His scent that will never leave.
Have you felt him? The skin that’s soft yet rough like the hard ground you hit after feeling cold steel run through your body. Has he ever touched you with those very hands? They feel comforting. They feel assuring. They feel like you’ll be safe in those hands. Like you’ll never have to fear being hurt again. Maybe the feeling is true, but always be aware of the feeling of soft, rough hands running cold steel through your body.
What did I taste? This crimson mess pouring down my face, leaking from my mouth. Such a absolute taste of death and betrayal. Or perhaps it wasn’t an end, but a beginning of an endless torture of trust and more betrayal. What did his lips taste? Was it that same flavor of blood? Was it his own? Or was it something more? What is so different between what is flowing in us? I’ve tasted this before. It’s bitter and sweet but it’s not the same coming from him.