"I wrote this story so many days ago...
and the words kept falling onto pages..."
and the words kept falling onto pages..."
It's amazing how little people actually perceive. So much goes on around them and yet they never bother to open their eyes and just see. It's sad really but what do I care? It just serves my purpose...
Like the fabled wolf, I vigilantly spied on my intended prey with a new zeal that had escaped me in the past few years... That was before I realized the truth about myself, about her, and about life in general...
"How could I know that you would take my breath away?
And how could I know one kiss would change everything?"
Back then, I was too shy to approach her directly, yet I was too interested to avert my eyes. She appeared to me a paradigm of human perfection, a goddess (if such beings exist) incarnate.
To this day I don't know what possessed me to pursue her as though I was her shadow, but that one simple impulsive decision entwined our lives forever...
"And I feel immortal, and I want to make you feel the same
So stand by me, as we immolate...
We can burn in each other's arms..."