the words of a circu$freak

It was a scene, of passion, of lust, of animalistic hunger. He wanted her and she wanted him. She wanted him, trembling with fear, crawling under his skin. She took a step back, smiled a seductive smile. She fell on the ground, a cold lifeless mannequin. She shattered, and her crimson blood splashed across the tiled floor.The scene froze, a beautiful night, lit by the phosphorescent waters. Drawn in by her haunting beauty, I gazed down at the mannequin. Her eyes seem to bore in to mine, as if to share a secret. She had evanescenced away, but she was still here. I could feel it, the way a chill ran up by spine and into my brain. I ran, searching for her, before she could find me.