The ink smears across the page
like her blood across the floor
The horror of her words
mimic the pain she felt in life
Her only escape
was through the knife he had left.
He knew she was not safe
not to be trusted
at least not with her life.
The instability visible in her eyes;
the eyes that were always clear as pools
allowing the viewer to see through to her soul.
Many a time he had looked into those orbs
and been frightened by all the raw emotions he'd seen there
seen her happiness, her joy, her sadness and sorrow
...her pain...
Her pain etched itself on his soul,
forever embedding itself with in him.
After that day, there was no escaping her
escaping himself.
In allowing her a way out
he thought he would rid her of her pain
he would rid himself of her pain,
but she had a purpose.
She was to teach the world kindness through her pain
it was her story to tell...
However, as he took her pain he sealed his fate
it was no longer her purpose but now his.
Her death was irrelevant
he now understood.
The ink smears across the paper
like her blood across the floor
the horror of her words
mimic the pain she felt in life.
His only escape
was through the tears he shed for her.
A new destiny made
fate was not kind.
A life for a life...
...one gone in death...
...one submerged in pain...
Unknown "Emu" Perplexed
- 16 years, 10 months, 14 days ago
