The Altruistic Devil

Washington : Washington

You're the one killing this.

I'm the corpse. Floating face up fighting tunnel vision finality holding to the warmth of the sun on my face.
How could all our dreams die in resuscitation?

Why?

Did the nightmares become reality the minute I shoved them all aside and dared to hope for the happy ending?

All I want is a truce. But that's the death drive in me.
Its rotten. A fetid memory.

He will never stop. And he will never be sorry.
There are soft things at stake that shouldn't be broken.

This summer, while I drown in the heat of the sun,
I won't stop swinging.
I know what I am killing--

Everything that I hoped for.
Everything that I loved.

These dreams die to save Us.
I shouldn't love the one I Fear.
But I do.

And Love shouldn't be twisted to retribution.
And a Mercy Killing is still Murder.

But for the sake of my Love,
For my dreams, and for the next Sun,
I am not a coward.

I will end it.