The Roses Wither

Was I naïve?

To think you would love me, just because I loved you? I protected you, with all my strength. Because that's what I thought you wanted. Selfish, perhaps. to think you wanted what I did. But in your eyes you bore a deep gaze of need. You must have loved me. You must have, or else. Why would you stare at me that way?

Please, tell me that you loved me.

The Earth is a ball of glass. A ball of glass made by man. This in turn, houses man. But both of these created you, my creature of ethereal being. I must have appeared childish, to you of all, who has lived forever.

Many come and go, but only one stains the blood flowing through your veins until all you bleed is them.

I have bled only thoughts of you.

The End of the World. A place I believed to be too far off to even consider. But now it is my dwelling place. Where you sent me. A dark grave beneath eternity in the darkest abyss. Raspy screams for you are all I can conjure up.

Yes, I am stubborn.

I still believe you found in me, what I found in you. I feel someday, after this forever of the torture known as loneliness, you will come for me. Just as I came for you.

The Revolution. From the very beginning I must have seemed like the perfect pawn in your game. The continuation of your vicious circle. When Dios came to me, I felt this power circulating inside my body. Little did I know, this was the key to bringing me here. Where I started. Where every being starts before birth. Oblivion. Complete nothingness. All I know is the sound of your voice, and the feel of your body as I would ritually pull the sword from your chest.

I'm not a boy. So I cannot be your prince, you say. Oh but I could, if only you would let me. How I wanted to keep my promise of protection. So badly, it hurt. Still, it hurts. Stabbing like the swords through your body, a thousand times over. Though I would gladly take the pain, if only to see your face, just once more.

Your beautiful rose garden.

I wonder, do the roses still bloom? Do you tend to them at all hours of the day and evening? Have memories of me fled like the many other stray duelists? Or do the petals wither? Do you lie in lost, as do I..? Leaving your roses behind, in search for what you lost. Not finding the strength to leave the room where we once lay.

Eternity. Miracles. Everything that glows.

I found none of these things in that so called 'Castle.' Instead, I found a lost bed. A box of kept away secrets, which only you can open.

Eternity seems so long. When only nightmares come to visit. You are my nightmare.

My Goddess. My witch.

I would have loved you either way.

The roses in my coffin wither. They wither.

For you.