A shudder stirred the air as he shook speechlessly atop of
her cold body. Her eyelids covered her eyes completely
though he could feel the sharp stab of her stare. Shredded
heart by revealed conscience, shedding silent tears, he
closed his eyes in terror and held back his rushing sanity.
Claws of raging insecurities ripped his initial intentions.
Could he be any more pathetic? The still corpse on the floor
wouldn't think otherwise. Swirl of minds through morbid
telepathy. Dozens of criminal injustices shone, plastered to
his face. Showered in blood and protest he stepped toward
the door, scarlet letters dripping off his tainted body. He
stood before his god and saw right through him, escaping his
ways. He stood in the debris and let his voice be ignored
and his soul be forgotten. Eyes and breath were his last
train of mind, sound was not meant to be heard by those who
misinterpreted it to their liking. She fought with her body,
struggled with her heart, and yet he had worn her out, made
her bleed her innocence for those who haven't seen it.
Drained before the sun by his biting intensity. Flawless in
her ways and deeds, she bid her last goodbyes years ago.
Shutting herself to anyone who dared approach. No intentions
brought on disastrous results and flames of torture shot out
of her as if she could ascend and hold on to them. Failed
attempts. Shattered dreams. Mislead spirits. The spark shot
deep and far beneath her skin as her world turned into
swords. Mortal wound, of the worst kind. Her screams reached
the heavens and were turned away at the gate. Shiny people
were chosen to predict the end of days as they watched their
heroes' full redemption, washing off the blood, confronting
the shame.