Broken. Beaten. On the edge of shattering. HE will deal the final blow. Oh dear! Hear that? HE has done it! Hear the pieces hit the ground. Hear HIM step on them grinding them into dust only to be blow away on the next cold wind. HE left me here, crying, watching the dust float though the air. Oh look! HE left me something! A jagged piece. I picked it up and admired the sharp edges. I slid it across the pale skin of my wrists. Red tears slid down to the ground. Darkness came to swallow me up. The last thing I saw was HIS smiling at me. That smile for me, only me. One last tear slid down my face. I smiled one last time at the memory, and let the darkness take me...
 Prisoner of Desire · Fri May 30, 2008 @ 05:54am · 0 Comments |
