Happy Valentines

A heart pulsating, still beating though the tissue of it begins to decay as the flesh that once housed this vessel is no more but mere ashes portrayed. The fresh coating of the warm liquid dyed red passing over the organ vital, withering slowly as the brisk morning air remains wild and untamed by the cloudy skies and well covered footprints in white trailing to a no man's place out in the woods.


The rotting smell of a corpse lingering and faint as the water from a broken stream washes away the once strong fumes that rang out loud , smothering the atmosphere with it's lustrous malice capable of radiating a kind of primal need only to later be slaked in someone's screams.


Happy Valentines......