The deadly night shone brightly with fragments of twinkles, melancoly lingered in the atmosphere with a sorrowful lullaby being hummed as a final goodbye. Farewell, it meant. Farewell to all those haunting problems, tormenting the thin threads of mind, struggling with empty hope to make it pass. Hope was the worst of all evils, grasping and choking the remains of one's self, ticking with the endless cycle of life, so slow and so painful. One blink of a flashing moment burnt so brightly illuminating the shallow surrounding, prolonging this senseless battle to a road of infinite bloodshed. The tremendous sky towered high above ourselves, achieving superiority and a sense of possession. Like objects on a chess, puppets pulled along on threads; threads so thin yet unbreakable deciding fate and destiny. This was nothing compared to you though. You were raging with anger. The sky had been nothing compared to your violence; those fights when you got to step on me whilst I was struggling, forceless. Compared to those nights of aching loneliness, when you flashed your smile then pulled the trigger. Trapped in your idle world of dominance, I was a ship sinking beneath the surface. Targeted by violent waves of flesh, trapped in an abyss plunging me forcefully to depth, to the very end. And the night when we met, there are no words to describe it. I do not even want to remember it. Or there may be tons of words, feelings, emotions, sounds, senses and most of all hurt to describe it, but none of them surface my understanding at your appearance. Your disgusting nature, bribing me with your sweetness. Those lasting lies scratching my wounds heavily opening the flesh again and again until I cannot take it and I begin falling. Falling through our shared history with unbearable images temporarily seizing me. Bittersweet sensations, like a knife you stabbed in my back and the blood spreading through the whiteness. At this speeding pace, I grew to need you, love you, hate you, despise you. Our faults begin at my hand. On the night I met you and the night I searched for you. In a forest deep in my heart, a labyrinth invincible to escape now, the trees hovered above me, hugging me with their extending branches. That reminded me of the time that you left, but you covered me first with a torn, ripped, dirty blanket before taking the last step. Like trying to erase your past mistakes under ignorance. But you never erased me, you could not and even in your final attempt you just tried to hide me tugged in that piece of cloth you had. And you ran like a coward, awakening my eyes that were shut. You do not tower up higher than the sky; your worth of living is below the ground. So this night, the same as the night we met, with this mysterious atmosphere creeping on my shoulders, the stars shining just as hopefully as back then, I`m now on my way to get you back. Get you back for all those terrible wrongs you have done, just as you were smiling, laughing hard. Smiling at my misfortune, you always did that, so I am going to return the same feeling by stabbing you in the back with the old, rusty knife I carried all along, its blade itching my wounds. Without shedding a tear, I will let you go and you will have to fall all alone.
And this night, in the future, with the moon gaining control of the appealing shadowy sky, your spirits are going to be chained, locked down. All that is going to be left is your body in the freezing ground and shattered fragments of your soul clinging to revenge without success as our lullaby finally hummes its final goodbye. With that, you will be gone. Buried in a grave so old, forgotten without any effect on bystanders. You will be only that. Dead.
Roberta Rehus
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