Every time I close my eyes, I still see the dining room
that you had prepared so elegantly, with are usual favorite
decaying motif, anything dark, drab or dead. Used candles and
wax dripped everywhere, a slab of bloody meat, our favorite
black goblets filled with the most expensive red wine from the
corner drug store. The smell of dead roses kissed the atmosphere
of the room so seductively....but there was something else I
couldn't quite decipher, some other scent, but beautiful none
the less. Everything seemed so perfect, this time, you had put
dead roses just about everywhere you could lay them, dinner
looked delicious, you even remembered the music this time. You
said tonight would be special, you said it would be perfect in
everyway. Things seemed to be just that. Everything in its place,
and beautiful, (and that scent...) I sat and waited for you
becoming intoxicated and seduced by the atmosphere.
I remember wondering if I still looked good after waiting all
this time for you.
I decided to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, as I was
walking down the hall I remember thinking to myself and smiling,
wondering how you were going to make tonight special. Then I opened
the door to the bathroom. I smiled as a tear ran down my check.
I realized the meaning behind all of this, and that the mysterious,
beautiful, sweet loveingly decaying aroma was indeed something perfect
and beautiful!
There in the bathtub filled with red wine and dead roses, with your razor
on the edge, and large pools of the most beautiful dark red on the floor
there in the tub.... was sweet beautiful decaying...you

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