Marilyn Manson

I woke up warm. It was very comfortable where I slept, feeling velvet underneath me and on my skin. Even though I didn't need to, I gasped and tensed up as the thought ran through me. The thought should have terrified me to my bone marrow, but instead it gave me a current of voluptuousness, my eyes flickering open and my body jolting.
I was in a beautiful coffin, beautiful white velvet all around me except for the top, it was a soft black, shining dimly for I could not see my reflection. I put my hands upon the lid, shocked by the whiteness of my hands. My nails were black and much longer than before. It was scary. I pushed, the top making no noise. No light came in, which was good. I slumped out of the coffin and crouched on the ground. The wood was warm, which meant it was probably cold. I saw my hair; it was straight and black, almost touching the ground. Wow. How long have I been sleeping? Years? I smell fine, I could smell only the scent of wax, incense, and roses. I stood, my movement making not an inch of sound. There wasn't much in the room, but I could see everything so clearly. I never noticed these colors before. I lifted my foot and dragged one by one forward till I came upon a mirror. It was tall as the ceiling and very thin. My eyes started at the top, slowly coming down the mirror. I shivered and the hairs on my neck rose like a cold wind hit me as I saw a woman in front of me glare within me.
She had crimson red eyes, beautiful against her snow white skin. She was probably as cold as snow as well, but she couldn't recognize it since it was her new skin. Her hair went down to her knees, looking so very soft. She was naked, amazed of how beautiful she was. Her skin was glowing, almost glimmering. Her breasts were the same; the bite marks once upon her nipples were now scars. I brought my attention back on her face. Her eyelids looked as if she was wearing eye shadow, probably stained like this forever, like the darkness under her eyes. Her cheeks no longer had their rosy color, just white. Her lips, nearly red, probably also forever holding the color. I watched her smile, feeling that I was smiling as well. Then, I felt the horror but ecstasy hit me. This woman, this grotesquely lovely morbid beauty was...me!
Me! I put my icy hands upon my face, even though I could not feel the ice. I laughed, scared again by my voice. It was never this delicate. But with this beauty, within this sweet violin was its hollowness. My voice was hollow, just like my body. Soulless. A breeze wandered in, forcing my hair to sway upon my back. It was soft like his hair-that shined like silver in the light just before I faded into black...
I watched my beautiful daemon self crinkle my eyebrows as I thought of him. Where was he? Before the thought finished in my skull, I quickly gasped as he stood behind me. My eyes, my dreadful but clear eyes, knew this man. I loved him, but now I could see every color, every detail. His skin glowed much more brightly than mine, it looked gray against him. His hair was raven black, black as my insides were now since I have given it all to him. He wore no shirt, showing his marked arms and angelic figure. I couldn't think properly. He softly chuckled as he watched me look at him in awe through the mirror. I felt a wave of warmth fill me as he touched me, meaning that his touch was much colder than mine. He turned me, now looking up to him. I could feel my eyes becoming blurry; I didn't know I could still cry. He was just so beautiful. Especially in the flesh, his magnificent flesh, his beauty forever sealed within me. His red lips glowed, his green eyes so dark, the color much more radiant with my new eyes. My eyes were veiled by tears, falling shortly. I closed them when I felt him wipe away the tears with his soft thumbs. I felt his lips touch mine, my body nearly collapsing. I couldn't fall since he was holding me by the waist. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't need to anymore. I breathed his breath, which is all I need. I now felt the immortality come over me. I pushed myself onto him, my lips fierce on his, becoming one. I was now a renewed spirit, an awaken corpse.
I loved this creature of darkness, and from today onward, I would worship him till the end of time. I will love him from the bottom of my hollow, mechanical burned soul.