Track 03 of Mozart’s Greatest Hits plays as she melts her pain into the canvas.
A sense of completion grows as realization of the events occurred sink in, many years and hours of planning have come to an end, it is done, bids signed, blasphemous inquiry due to further rendering will cease.
Petting her freshly cut hair, a small smile creeps causing light wrinkles that will never truly show to make their presence.
The mind cannot but fully comprehend the shallow feeling of the love for power, yet so dangerously subdued in her thoughts, she cannot help but be reminded that the end soon awaits.
A call need take place, a task need be finished, never to understand she spares him of her naive belief in love and hopeless possibility.
A true dedication to the one she held dear, he will now and forever be somewhere beautiful, away from the dark and grotesque, the fearful and mundane.
As the first fall of dry leaves in calm autumn, or the mild breeze of winter hitting warm cheeks on a thursday afternoon. Patiently waiting, she sets refusal to high priority.
Material of inexplicable joy, her hand dances to the beautiful sonata carelessly wandering through the walls of imprisonment, a sip of illegal concoction will relieve all tenuous strain.
Ah what a beautiful site a good accomplishment is, Vesalius would be proud, complete de-scripture of the human stomach, a beautiful site ever to be found on the second shelf of cherry wood lines.
Preparing for certain understanding, she misses the dot on the i, and crosses the t with revering charm. The slight raise in her eye brow signals the promise of content, perhaps entitled to opinion, a slight gesture in the hand, superb engineering continues.
Dilated bright red sits precariously up-top a silver utensil, and what a beautiful song to take place in such an event.
An elegant bow, and the still audience remains motionless, these shoes will tap their way to your frontal lobe, numb instillment will run its way to pure finding.
Not to understand, only if known by truth, she sits in the puddle of blue royally touched by oxygen.
Stiffness surrounds her, as her apron drenched in cells shows insanity at its finest, only but a while ago layed the two souls unbound.
Only but a while ago.
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