What?
Fine, it's then that as closer it seem to get the case going the more you piece the puzzle, my throat burns by the thought of him, my chest tightens if he is a criminal and all right I've done my own serial killings, but is the pain that remained in me from all those victims, the fact that I'm still human to believe a single person could click on my imaginary without even touching me, and the interrogatory from the fatal fem's, what if it was me? Given the scenario.
Each time I inhale put more lipstick because I'm eating the colour from lips wondering the leftover answers they told me, it sticks on the fire of my brain between my Intelligence. I sure they all got a story to tell, was reading the back story as a fanatic. Their affectionate voices, embarrassed to say he had sympathy for the woman's body as if was breeding Goddesses for financial gain. An entertainer by nature, never meet the solidification that from start of the day and till end soothed my detective mind into an entranced fantasy, the more questions the more embarrassment to say the mystic magic to truck him down would be inevitable impossible to meet, unapologetic. Financially draining to catch this man. Ruthless. Amazingly has overcome nothing to bring me down, how dangerous his people are. Who knows if anyone is able to enter his facilities.
But, no, no his touch brings anyone closer to the level of his drunken genius. I diren't know any better, diren't care, had to find more clues, such as generating an attention and devotion that is irrational. Beautiful, wild and free. Antagonising in Gotham City, not ready to go anywhere, f*** Jupiter and Mars, the Nordic Halls, feed my body to the Lion at least if I get a clue, if one such as me could pull this off, is the scariest thing i'd ever do. Then I'd know there is more to follow. You see, when you negotiate with a network the content gets so unique, you get to select the swings and slides of what they tell you, note down what's the noble thing to do. I'ts incredible to a bravado point the climax of this investigation is getting me approximately ready for a Federal Warn. 88.000 in misappropriated assets and bunch of rats in the neighbourhood of Gotham City behind the master mind. Whomever had nothing to loose is learning, treasuring suveniers of him with a collection of works. With all the professional advice and still, he has me so behind, an undercover agent camouflaged into his wildlife, roaming as his animals, how lower could I get. This is ridiculous, he must have a twisted d*ck to playfully run so I catch him and I'm all the reason of why you are here. Come on, what is my role today, getting the truth or getting him?
"Are you in the side of the Government or in the side of his team?" It was a simple question, that woman would not let him go so easily, non would at all. People won't tolerate abuse, when is donne by an speciallist they become possesive becoming ready to pay any price. That face is familiar, you get to know them closer, year after year, is the same face you put after taking an active role to get a murder for hire and I'm in the way.
You could anticipate the events and go around the situation without a way out, asking to please, please, don't tell me you could do this for another decade and still letting the crimes run against you. She won't set him up or turn him in to me, no she would call him and then I'd get the most notorious arseholes to tell me more and why and still, there he goes making the rules king do above the law driving me also insane, but who wan'ts to have him on a lockdown, jumping from place to place to at least return, as everyone knows he's an incontrollable freak deprived in a zoo he owns.
Revenge, forgiveness, between the powerful and the hopeless let that day. Because whom am I after all, wanting to catch this criminal, this beast? To free the guilt who incriminates him, could already watch his profile with a lost alternative. By the time had gone, my name is mark on the list of players to win over me. And I know it from long ago, and it was my choice to reunite enough evidence so I'd be the one to nurture his resentment, the idea still reaches me sometimes with rhetorical questions. To have him eating in my hand with a pitiless laugh, speaking so to the voices in my head, shocking my head as if I'm rightful to do so. By the time I fantasied about it the assassin was hired for the happening, definitely not good. Nothing philosophical or artistic of mine to continue, not even showing a barrier of my intentions, my colours changed the more I'd asked, straight to the max. "Kill me if you can, was asking I'm going to have him" My breast gave the her the heavy heart bits too loud from the centre of my being.
So far, had experience so little with my new game that the City flickered the lights asking me as I looked at the avatar of Gotham's ghost in general, watching it all, buildings blurring and despairing at the distance as the real question hit me back to the point, and there was the darkness glowing at the bottom and neither was affected by the game, the controls had no effects, try something different, a red dress, show your neck and naked shoulders, try to move on in a location were he could zoom into my back, get into the intricate movement of legs as I slowly walk into the terrance, many days opening the curtains of my fabulous room so his eyes could visit me, could also had warn an exquisite wardrobe but systematically wished to possessed him over by the features of my body so maybe he maddens too by searching in his.
Hey, you know the girls get wet arse crazy and non you could blame as you'd wish to try the piece of information yourself, climb into his portfolio as one of his victims, that trick of the light on the side while the wind waves the thin material easily than if it's a think concentrates the sensation of attraction under the moonlight serenading and trust me as an imbecile, have pose hours, days tumbling my lips loosing oxygen, so to speak if he was ready to meet me. Go back to the living room to look at myself in the mirror and touch the upper side of my thigh around my lower arse, well, hey if you miss it, if you don't want this golden skin to slightly pay your electricity. I need you to know the voltage whom needs to energice you in my reason.
He never came, never he did tell me the seconds I dreamed for the fantasy of replacing the idea of him with his jaguar material. All those nights carrying a candle of hope aside my bed table, distorting the reality between imagining things with a control remote to do what I wan't when nothing is there to listen in the room, but his voice, the voice of what the girls told me about him that was most likely hot, something moved inside of me, whom ever had me working to get him was forgotten to fumble by feel he was watching, for just a second at least, he'd come with the same words he whispers and dances to the girls, to just a sudden ending, just like her, and her. For me.
But it was not really my story, he does a very good job of holding his place together, piece by piece id recover every inch without loosing any information to press him, somewhere between the obtainable and the infinite, pictured he too would had heard that a detective was after him. Left those impressions to mark well that he'll get to know from me, for him to visualise that holding a place in my regard to search him would stop only if he gives in. And there are so many dangerous people around him, his lionesses and tigers. Whatever was is happening they stick their legs through the roof, could hear them coming after me, just above and ready.
There is nothing good in this city, nothing good for me. I van feel the energy bounces me back, cruel, sharp tongued girls, evil woman such as me, he was being discreet to the point I'd desire to know more, what is it that he does to them, does he cushion them underneath to give them the power that moves them to follow his impulse. They work for him, willing to do anything to have him more and now I'm on the edge of not giving him to the law, but.. its too farout, to late.
Shoot in the head, just when I got to meet one of his informants that night, it all changed when I pour myself a hand over the air to have his bussiness card, not caring what anyone would think. Not caring for the consequences.
You get to know you were human, you get to remember you are a Goddess and flopped down as a mere mortal clicking the ends, what you feel is the last cold of the concrete floor atop that building terrance, and the many times you tried, the values you placed in the weariness aside the law to rise up among those who managed the fortune of a genius. One whom believed in wilderness, a sort of another world perhaps never discovered. My blood smelled as any ordinary one and still in my last breath grasping this bittersweet flavour before closing my eyes thought it was a luxurious idea.
Not moving, not my feet, not that a re-usable body being left behind as now float titling as one of Gotham City's light, creating more shadows than Illumination in the mid air, formed a third, forth, fith and sixth dimension of invisible light with a seventh and multiple ones across the the distance of landscapes in this eternity whom as well welcomed me to the realm of the soul.
And there is she is as my spirit entered the parallel, raising up, accepting the consequences who had stopped me Samsara's hand pulls me wired up as I check up by flashes a chain of events who relate me to him in my death. The Goddess of Balance could had broadened her smile hopelessly corrupted by the nordic Gods as she gave a soul for a soul, or was me who gave mine for him, or was mine taken for another, instinctively rose for the need of the momentum, compelling an inner vision whom is as unpredictable as impossible and repetitive in wanting my ends in this intimate deadlock. A living aspect where no progress could be made, which opposing parties, winter fighting spring, raptured by the a season to whom was not pushed, nor asked but shoot abruptly to get out.
Hushed into myself the last thoughts of my mortal self into the immortality of my Goddess self.
"Now go, what are you waiting, you don't belong in this place, forgive your human desires, your vanity to substantially have it all in a godless bacchanalia, gaze at the multitude for a the last time and let go, you don't fit"
My Goddess spirit of immortal sequence let alone the punishment of wanting a rebellious interaction to push my lowest instinct into the holiest, polluting my death as a decent woman who deserved to be touched, forgiven by the desire of also tasting the other side of the law, it plainly resonated under my limitations, if formed that part of God whom wished to belong to an act of devotion. Idolising still the memory of his picture under the clip of my file and documents, on my desktop, on my wall stringed to places and events.
"Not a Ghost, I don't wan't to become a ghost looking for him!" Shouted back to my Goddess self, while Samara witness that my chapter take place after place and she came to cut my story for hers.
"Then listen to your heart and follow the Goddess of Balance, if I'm Goddess of Victory, remember this is only a short story, you are no mortal to hold a small side into it" Bowed my spirit in sorrow, in the front row of a city who had no joke for tomorrow, no category to follow, nothing to trust or invent, perhaps if I was paralysed he'd come to me, he never did even step. I'm not that special as it thought to be.
"I shall be free after death, why is this not happening, all I've ever study is about him, all I've ever work, including my sex eduction" But no amount of gratitude ever finds forgivesness towards myself for wanting the some of him, could justify that my body in his realm is dead, if never existed.
"You can could had die of cancer, eating up in spite yourself, forgive yourself and let go" My Goddess like asked me applaud to die as I replied "Let me ask him for forgiveness then, I'm not complete, I'm not a Goddess without him, wanted to convert him into my rituals" Sated to the strangest immortal of myself, watching desires dissipate, illusions, the Maya, called from the rear separation from madness to the spiritual.
"I guess I learned from this university called life into this primordial ooze, pulled by an ancestor's quality were the material has not align the reality" Leaned forward watching back to one day return, still figuring out who is behind. "I'm not that special, it was not for one night that I wan't him its to an entire life, an eventual existence." Heard myself to no reserve knowing I'll be stronger and cautious.
Spirits as tidal rivers of light in the sky, travoises through the heavenly branches at the end of the tree of life a white system protects the power of eight trillion to thousand Gods as we our wings privilege dipping its feathers with an opulent flight whom united us jointing where the oceans cave prevails, to the best in us at the Æsir's Hall. "Damn Samsara, lets go to Mars, really, I'm done with the Norse Gods and the Southern, the Cities of this world too, its man and woman hiding me on my death, if I'm to rebirth lets first meet the female energy of our own future with the cosmic girls"
