I see you
“Gamzee?” my eyes widen as I hear her voice. A grin spreading across my face as I stand. My hands are covered with the miraculous olive blood. The ear-piercing scream rips through my ears as she sees me standing over her dead friend.
Head so dulled
“Hey, sis..” I smile at her. My motherfucking matesprite. Fear shines in her beautiful eyes. “How many...?” her voice is only awhisper. I wonder.. I wonder what her blood looks like.. “You’re the only motherfucker left, sis.” I grin, holding up my club as I pin her against the wall. I lean in and inhale her scent, a motherfucking miracle. I’ll miss that scent.
You can’t hide
She pushes me away, running out of the room. My smile fades away as I hear her scream.
I will wait
I let out a low growl and walk into the next room. She is admiring my artwork. Terezi is pinned to the wall by her motherfucking dragon cane. One blade is in her chest and the other is in her motherfucking head. Her teal blood, dripping down to the floor. My matesprit is covering her mouth in shock.
I keep you
“Gamzee...” she looks up at me. (b/c) tears in her eyes. I let my club drop to the floor with a hollow thud.
Where you lie
Where you doubt
She wants to believe I won’t hurt her. Maybe I want to believe that too. But I know it’s a lie. A motherfucking lie. I move towards her. She doesn’t even try to run.
You can be
Who you are
Tears stain her face. A miracle of a face, stained by tears. My hand wraps around her neck and I pull her up, slamming her against the wall. More motherfucking tears.
“Gamzee..?” Her voice is meek, but clear in my motherfucking thinkpan. My grip around her neck becomes tighter, my nails digging in the delicate skin and drawing (b/c) blood.
You have grown
“Gamzee, please.. this isn’t you..” Her voice is shakey. I wonder if she hates me now.
But I know
You are near
“Gamzee.. You’re crying..” She reaches for me, wiping away my motherfucking tears. “You’re hurt, Gamgam.. we need to treat your wounds..” My wounds? She can’t be serious.
Have no reason
My grip on her begins to loosen and she lets out a sigh of relief.
To do more
My grip tightens again and I slam her head back against the wall. She gasps and winces in pain. “Shut the fuck up. YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME!” More tears stream down her motherfucking face.
What you dream
She has no fear in her eyes. She has accepted her fate. She grimces at the pain of my nails in her skin. But she isn’t afraid.
What you fear
“Gamzee.. You were my mirical..” my eyes widen at her words and i wrap my other hand around her neck.
I’m right here
Hide and Seek
She smiles weakly at me. I pull her forward before slaming her as hard as I can against the wall. “Flushed for you..” Her last motherfucking words were spoken right before her death. Her blood colors the walls, her body goes limp, I let her go and her body falls in a motherfuck pool of her beautiful blood. “...flushed for you too...”
You have always