White Lies

I lay on the living room couch. I opened my eyes responding to the sound of a mans voice: "Get into it."...I attempted to lift my head ;however, I could not move...I studied her face, "a young woman in her late teens,naked,positioned over my groin....I studied her face; an expression of fear...our hands comming together,centered over her abdomen,her hands rembling as she gasped....She placed her over mine,resting our hands together on my chest...The voice of a man: "Enough." I watched as she ran from the room...The man spoke "Happy birthday to you Friend"

Into the night.
Pumping gas at a local "Arco," I took note of my surroundings: three patrol cars,two of which were borough and a third state...
The troopers standing in front of the "Arco" entrance. I remained focused as the trooper opened a circle...on the window pane the face of a missing teen...
Into the night.
I spoke openly as a Satanist...."Here my words.In time you will understand hate,I will bleed you and you will understand pain and sorrow."
The neighbore, a known police officer returned home to find that his son had slit his wrist in the night..I watched him, a look of pure hate in his eyes, his eyes blood shoot. I studied his composure as the tears fell from his eyes to his cheeks. For a moments , my flesh was cool and my anger appeased. For a few moments he and I understood one another....
Into the night.
I sat there debating life itself...She placed her hand over mine. The missing teen.
"I am with you alwas"
I spoke.
"Why are you here"
The spirit spoke.
"To see an old friend"

She stood placing her hands in mine.We embraced. I studied a fragerance "The rose," a warm sensation weighing down over my body, filling my soul, dying from the inside out. I listen as she spoke...
"Peace be still."
I held her in my arms, passing threw eternity.I embraced her hand inside of mine as a gentle soul once placed my hand inside of his. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the back of her hand.

"Peace be still."