Lips

A Story by nolan56

A dramatic monologue of a man in a less that stable mental state.

As her innocent lips gently met mine, I experienced it, I experienced A moment of euphoria previously unknown to humanity. It was as if the combination of my multitude of endeavors to finally reach this moment were overly fulfilled in one instantaneous action. My mind was closed off from the outside world. My problems were nonexistent, my enemies futile, my struggles minuscule. One would think the extreme desire and anticipation leading up to this event would cause some sort of a let down eventually, but oh twas the contrary. I imagined this moment being the epitome of my life, the greatest moment I could imagine. But I was wrong. This happiness overstepped my expectations with bounds that could be only those of a Titan. I had never used the word love in the descriptions of my feelings for my previous romantic encounters, I had chosen to save it for the time at which I believed it would be used to its potential. I was waiting for this moment. But, alas, I was unable to attribute my feelings to the idea of "love". This one word, supposedly the single most extreme feeling for something, was a disgrace to her. She was more beautiful than the stars. As if i was gazing upon the creation of our universe, my awe of her was equivalent to that of the endless universe. But I was foolish thinking that this was going to last. As i reluctantly drew myself away from her cold, lifeless lips, I became overcome with distress. What plot of earth could do justice to her? I raced my mind around every gorgeous landscape i had ever seen or heard of. Nothing was able to compare to the greatness she radiated. In no grave could her wonderful, gorgeous, gentle self rest. I was hurdling towards the polar opposite of my euphoria. but it hit me. I giggled with excitement and rejoiced in my wonderful solution. It would take a mad man to separate us, after we had experienced the pinnacle of human joy in each others embrace. I knew what needed to be done, we needed to be together for eternity. I reinduldged in her, her taste was divine. that is why I am here. You, those who are supposedly a’ jury of my peers'. Those who claim to 'love' and to feel real emotions for another. You condemn me. You condemn he who is the definition of what you claim in your churches and courtrooms. you promise devotion. Have I not given pure devotion to she who has deserved it? You wonder, why does he stand before us and confess to his crime? why does he accept his fate if he sees us as the monsters? It is simple. Why would I want to live in this world any longer? I have reached a level of joy, no, ecstasy unattainable by any living force before or after. I live in a world where the action depicting the single most intense feeling of intimacy is deemed that of a mongrel, that of an evildoer. you call me despicable, you call me murderer, you call me psychopath. I call you unfulfilled, jealous, and accusing. I accept my fate. I am happy to leave a world of such filthy moral standards and ridged accusations and blinded hypocrites. I need not accomplish any more in this world. You have not tasted that which I have tasted. I give myself up, as a martyr. I anticipate, no i am sure that i will be despised and demonized by your culture. But, in a matter of centuries, I will go down as, not the despicable criminal I am acclaimed to be, but the grandfather of human ecstasy, the predecessor of the new aged concept of what you know call love. Only I can currently comprehend the profound glory of my actions, and the idiocy of yours. I bid ye farewell world, and i await the day that I am deemed a saint, by a people more evolved than yours. I leave you with my dying wish. Let it be documented and passed down until my day of fame comes, that this feeling, this human euphoria is named after myself, my false accusations and my martyrdom. Let it be known, as 'Cannibalism'.