Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Knives

That brilliant silver gleam dances in the eye, the mind, the heart. It lies in ambush, waiting for the moment of weakness to pounce and kill. Mercilessly it will watch for that flicker of feeling, just biding its time for that opportune moment when it will hurt the most. Pick it up. Hold it high. Bring it down. Simple, swift motions to stop life and living, cease the pulse, end the breath. With a fascination for the morbid and the macabre, moments are filled by endless phantasmagoric flights of fantasy. You'll find no witches or goblins here. Only those you bring in your head. Welcome, then welcome, one and all. We deal in darkness and in death. They will all stop in here tonight. Tarry a moment, and you shall see...

posted by Sofie @ 10:37 PM Comments: 0