Pulsing Upon the Lifeline of Betrayal

    As the vivid nightfall overtakes the sacred skies of this forsaken world, causing the fragile life that pulses upon it to grow silent, I walk among the darkened roads alone, with a distant star, and the sheer light of the chalky moon as my only reliable source of guidance. The burning stars are vacant, hiding their glowing presence, and the precious moon grows shy amongst the planet, as it stays well hidden behind the painted clouds that pollute the skies that flow at a swiftly rate above my head. Not a single soul lurks at any direction around me, causing me to become so sorrowfully, and powerfully alone. 
    The extraordinary, bare trees that line the forgotten forest on each side of this abandon road, sway to the frigid breeze that harshly nips at my delicate cheekbones, and hostilely forces my vulnerable limbs to grow numb, and cold.I soon find myself come to an immediate halt, feeling the gentle dust, and decaying nature brush underneath my feet, and then softly quiet. My gold-shaded eyes that softly glimmer to the bountiful moonlight, fall upon my small, frozen hands. There, lye unique scars of the various hardships within my lifetime, each determining a memory, and each possessing a luminous glow as the moonlight cleanses them with its sophisticated shine. I gaze at them for a long period of precious time, allowing the haunting memories and emotions to flood my clouded mind, and force my tortured tears to run swiftly down my hollow, blushed cheeks, and then finally reaching to my sealed lips. 
    The night skies then begin to cry out in soft snow, and I find my fragile embodiment fall faintly to the ground. My warm blood begins to slowly freeze over, and any sense of emotion or feeling is fought and overtaken with fear, and the threat of loss of my mortality. Porcelain-like features overpower me, and I become frozen. Unmoving. .Screams of fear, helplessness, and the sheer longing to live overcrowd my open mind, and the last of my dripping, icy tears drip soar down my beautiful face. 
    Constant hope pulses through my closing veins, and distant, and extraordinary dreams run through every active cell within my delicate body. A realization comes forth, and I vaguely, understand why I am lying here so broken, so decrepit, and defenseless against predators; that reason being that I am so alone, so misunderstood, and so...different from any other being.
    Hours. Days. Months. Years. Frames of everlasting time go by in silence, and my unmoving, frozen body starts to rot away with the thought of being alone forevermore. Then, heavy footsteps slaughter the dead silence with sheer brutality. I scarcely attempt to try and scream out for help, for any sort of aid, but my hope of being saved from this lonely hell is very slim now because it has been worn down with time, and my irresistible cravings to call out for help grow shallow. 
    With weak will I attempt to move, and escape the darkened frost that binds me to this lonesome earth, but alas, my attempts are soon smothered in failure, and I remain alone. Suddenly, the masculine footsteps appear nearby, and angelic light, even brighter and far more heavenly than the moon itself, tickle and daze my golden eyes. The amazing light is a radiating silver-the color of purity-and the giant-like figure of a male appears before my amazed, and twinkling eyes...A vibe looms off of his presence; a vibe of sheer peace, and calming serenity.The saintly being's eyes are a luminous brown, that glitter like vast oceans , and pry deep with a demonic shimmer. His thickened flesh is colored in a pale shade, causing him to look ghostly, but so angelic. Every crease, every inch of feature that personalizes his entire embodiment is so godly, so attractive, and royal that every thought, and emotion in my body quickly transform into pure obsession, and the everlasting craving to want to darkly possess him in my eternal love, and compassion...make him forever mine. The angel then shifts his large, worn hands across my body, and presses his flawless lips against mine in pure passion. All frost and aged ice turns to liquid, and I become free, shivering away the loneliness, and crawling to my beloved, my sacred light...my sheer perfection...
    “Wake up”, I hear a vague whisper, “Wake up...”. I open my eyes, breathing in the darkness that melts itself around me. There's nothing, not even light. A burning fire shifts in the distance, and lifeless strangers unwind and speak an unknown tongue amongst the scarlet flames. One of the strangers is my perfection; my love. His words are hushed yet harsh, and his eyes find mine in the dark. I then turn away, frightened by the emotionless, and alien sparkle that lives within his eyes. His absence slaughters my insides and his mortality is tainted. I have been tricked into a senseless betrayal. My instincts tell me to mourn now as I stare at the man that lives within a body of emptiness. I fall...he's gone.