It’s Dark Again
For awhile, it has been a wonderful week. How he wish he didn’t say anything wrong, but he did ask something, and it is wrong when he try to persuade for an answer, for a rhetoric question. And he is wrong, truly. For what happen tonight, he is the one to blame, which he can’t take it, that he did it this time. He deserve to be left alone, and his rope should be cut loose. He deserve to sleep and dream alone tonight again.
If this what he deserve, he’ll take it. Well even he have taken it several time. Many, actually. It’s hard to believe he have to fall into this again, but he did, and he really not sure how to hold on. More like the need to cut and slit something, and let the blood pay everything. Yeah, that should fix this beating pain in his chest. The agonizingly painful in his heart, in every beat it makes.
He should be OK. He can pretend tomorrow that he’s fine, that he forget everything. And that’s the way how everything works, from the other side. Well, we shall see tomorrow. But the teardrops, is evident…
