This wasn't so difficult. Honestly, as I stare into your eyes, your face is still slicked with tears, and I feel no remorse for you. The fierice onslought that you had been just subjectd to. Battered, beaten, bloodstained. Barely recognizable, but I know it's you. Yesterday, were we so different? Both so infatuated with one another. Unable to be separated. We loved each other. Look at us know. You're just siting there, with me across from you. My life is nothing now. After the act committed how could you expect me to go on? To live happily? Don't give me that look, you knew the moment this started, this is how it would end. I saw the storm on the horizon, but disregarded is, as just another bad day, but the tempest came to our gate... It battered and raged its way through. A trail of broken trees, homes, and bodies is left in the wake. Another casulty of nature... Human nature... What posesses us to act as we do? To make us recite false promises and fill each other with hollow words. I meant what I said, but it is obvious that you didn't. This human nature has proven itself this day. Your body intwined with the sheets as I walked in. Your eyes locked with mine, bright and fearful. You knew of my capacity and of what would happen... maybe that was a part of the allure. A risktaker must be willing to be caught and face the consequences of their actions. How long has it been going on? How many times has he slipped out before I walked in? You asked for forgiveness... I gave it to you once. Once more I was betrayed. My hands are stained red with you. Because of you, I was forced into this. I can't even wash you from me. The water is unwilling to agree with me. It avoids of washing you away. His body lies in a crumpled heap next to your whorish corpse. I still don't see how people think this is so difficult... It's not like I am hesitating, much rather leaving a simple letter next to us: "Dear World, Goodbye." Is all that is enclosed. It will no doubt be tacked to my body.
Micha_Xaquz · Fri May 05, 2006 @ 02:22pm · 0 Comments |