#tale ⚕ The rebirth.

[uroborosymphony]

The rebirth.

september, wednesday 28th, 5:03am. Paris.​

ft. @darkepithymia

Folie à deux” - "shared madness," or "madness for two". Psychiatrists describe it as the presence of the same psychotic ideas in two persons closely associated with one another, under the schizophrenic spectrum.

What if we’re the sane ones, what if the world has lost its mind and we’ve been manipulated, lied to all along, and so we’re convinced that we’re the mad ones, when we’re not?

We’re running, and running and running in the streets of Paris. My hand in his, the sound of our steps hitting the wet tarmac in a symphony of euphoria. It has rained, droplets like pearls cascading down the leaves of the trees that watch us in silence. The gods have left us, the gods have abandonned us and their thrones are free to claim.

The street is empty, nothing is chasing us - would say any pedestrian walking by - but we know they’re after us, the ones who saw, the ones who saw what we just did and so we just keep on running.  I’m breathless, not from the race against shadows but from the laughing. Oh I can’t stop laughing as I’m possessed, possessed by this fatale fever that runs under my skin, fuels my veins, feeds my soul. He stops running in the middle of the road and he turns around, to seize me by the waist; to watch me laugh, to laugh with me. Our eyes meet, our souls are in a tango. Slow, and intense. He can see it, the inferno dancing inside my dilated pupils, the cursed edens in my irises as I smile to him. His large hand cups my jawline in a firm hold, his fingers adoring my skin while the blood on his phallanxis is now tinting my apple of my cheek, the pulp of my lip as the tip of my tongue lace with his thumb. 

We can be God, Gabriel.

You will be god Dahlia, I will be your Cerberus, your hell hound.

Kill for me, if you want me, to dit, kill for me.

Anybody who dares to cross our paths.

We dance, in a demonic watlz, a macabre pas de deux. My dress, crimson tainted by our little games is flying around my legs as he makes me spin. The lightness of my giggles echoing under the slumber of the moon, and he smiles like he always does to me, our demons making one, as their own shadow are brought to life, embracing the warmth in violence.

Let’s celebrate.

Where will your take me?

To a place where our myths, our stories, our past lives and the world awaiting for us when this is all over come to life.

I remember nine months ago, the two men I’ve almost left to die in the mansion in the south of france after I set it all on fire - two men who had nothing in mind but to disrespect me, two men who took the Dahlia for something she was not. Today, they have paid the price. No crime should be left unpunished. 

We’re the answer, Gabriel, my Gabriel.

I see it, in my dreams, the ones I have when i’m fully awake. I see a holy war we will march for, I see the purge of all evils we will make of this world. And finally, finally, when the persecutors are no more, it will be our time to ascend. It’s not just the revenge of the loss of my family I want, this will just be the first step to something bigger. I want it all purified, all the souls who have wronged me, in a way or another - I will purify you.