he squirms and writhes in his bonds, the ropes tightening with every twist of resistance
the cool air washes over his damp skin, chilling him to his very core
the moon filters through the canopy of trees above and sprinkles light throughout
almost romanticizing this morbid tale that unfolds before his bloodshot eyes
fear subsides as exhaustion spreads through his weakening body
the gouges in his chest seem to speak to him, taunting him with their heartbeat-like cadence
his predator returns, leans over his prey, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips
hands glide over this ravaged canvas, the artist admiring his work like a proud parent
beauty is a relative concept, triggering emotions akin to an orgasmic high
beauty this masterpiece is, though it lives and soon will cease
a breeze winds through the trees, leaves dancing on their unseen stage
the canvas slowly comes to rest, ragged breathing now but a whisper
death slowly settles on its child , a somber melody that soothes the cries
and stills the fluttering of the heart.
