beautiful victory

my muse is screaming. she floods my brain with blood and tears. insanity is bliss.

"you do not appreciate me," said she.

"shut up," said me. "you're a figment of my imagination."

she bares her fangs and consumes me. i taste the nicotine on her lips. her nails dig deep into my shivering skin, feeding my veins with her poison. i am paralyzed. the world spins out of its axis. my soul erupts.

"i am an evil heartbreaker," i hear her whisper. but i am not sure.

she leaves me to rot, dancing under a torrent of white rose petals. i die.

hell hath no fury like an imaginary lover scorned.