If there is one topic I find most people are interested in on The Dark Network, it is serial killers (although we can expand here and talk about killers in general). Why do people do the things they do? It is a never-ending fascination with the mind of a mad person that keeps us locked in like a psychological thriller. Topics here will be never ending. Rather it be real life or fiction, there is always something new for us to investigate, learn about, discuss, and tap in to the darkness that we will hopefully never understand.
The iridescence of her eye shadow in the moonlight added to the natural glow of her irises. These glowing, sparkling eyes stare straight ahead, at no one, at nothing. Her perfectly textured hair lie perfectly placed on the immaculate patch of green. I am sure she has been envied. Of course her skin is even-toned porcelain, and lips in no need of enhancement. No doubt, someone is dreaming of her right now. Someone, at this moment is imagining the softness in her kiss, the silk of her blonde mane, and the warmth of her embrace. Warm, no more.
Someone was dreaming of what their children would look like. Would they inherit her grace, her glowing irises? I guess we'll never know. While they dreamed and planned, I made my destiny with her a reality.
The crimson trickles do not detract from the stunning view I behold. This beauty lying under the night's gleam- envied as she's been, not so envied now. How many more moments can I gaze before the beauty fades? How many days before the vision passes? How long till her fate is known, and the other's plans with her cease? I should take a picture.
She was mine, and never to be anyone else's. I had her, and will always. It is a romance unmatched. Imagine as they will, they will never know what I know, they will never own what I own, and they will never feel the power of the ultimate fate-manufacturer. I saw a sight in her no one else will; I heard prayers from her no one else will. She pleaded with me, like I'd always dreamed! And I stopped it, before she could ever take it back. My memories of her will forever be the envied beauty at my mercy. As if paying homage to me, giving me power, shedding tears for the choice only I could make.
I watched her soul leave, I breathed in her essence, and our connection will never be broken. To the end I will have her. They will cry for her; forever lost, and she will be mine, not taken away.
The breeze of the lake is beginning to blow her blonde hair out of perfection. The glow of her eyes is decreasing without moisture. Why couldn't we stay this way for a bit longer? With each passing moment it is if I lose my excitement. Yes, it was worth the surge. And now, I wonder about the brunette down the street. How would her hair lie on this immaculate patch of green?
