He will never be

I hear his name

The sound spat with spite from the speaker.

But in my heart, a shudder creaps

Why him? Why Me?

Its hard knowing he will never be

The rasping gasping of his mask

The spinning blades twirl on the screen

The man I know is hiding from me.

What do I do?

He will never be

I know his life, history made

I know his childhood, his self displeasure

I know his goals, unknown needs

I know his master, the god he sees

I know he will never be

I know he is oppressive

I know he has no regrets

I know he will never care for those,

whose name are long since past

But what about me?

Would he love me?

I wish he would be

His ticking wakes me from much needed sleep.

He calls to me when no one is near,

Why him, why me?

Its not fair

Why can't he be?

My love, my life

The man whose life has become mine

No one knows but him

And me

The black coat twirls in his well practiced dance of death

The pain is gone before it was ever there

I know it is wrong to love those who killed

But what could I do?

The love is to late to stop

Like the pain that was never there

He would never be

He could never be

He can never be