I am a failure.
The thought echoes throughout the recesses of my tormented mind. I am a failure. The words
permeate the ache in my heart. I am a failure. The words laden my soul with an unbearable
weight. I am a failure. The words seep into my heart convoluting a once steady beat.
Lub-dub, I am a failure my heart cries.
Lub-dub, I am a failure my mind pleads.
Lub-dub, I am a failure my soul anguishes.
Lub-dub, I am a failure.
Those words echo in the silence, in the barren desert of the broken. It is where Emily's caress is
naught but a memory. A caress that once was; a mockery of what will never be. I understand that
now as I traverse the barren desert of the broken where my hopes once existed. It is where
thoughts of grandeur and a life filled with love were once my desire. Where a life filled with my
dear and beloved Emily was once rampant. Now, only the sands of unrelenting fears and lost
hopes exist and they slowly creep upon what once was, but shall never be again.
Forever remembered, but forever forgotten.
I am a failure. A has made sure of it. A who was the cause of the decay. A is the dementia that has
tainted my heart, my mind, my soul. My once virulent existence has festered leaving nothing
behind but former promises.
A's caress is that of a scythe, long and unyielding. She permeates an aura of affliction and death
as she hungers for those who are lost.
I am a failure.
Music to A's hooded ears, is the cacophony of sufferance formed by anguished voices. Nothing
exists in the barren desert of the broken except for A. She is the guardian of lost hopes; she is the
image of abhorrence imprinted into the minds of the many, the minds of her victims. She exists
at the edge of sanity, hidden amongst the memories of melancholy and thoughts of torment.
I am a failure, I once again despair. She leeches upon my aspirations and those of Emily, as she
feeds away on my ambitions.
A is the embodiment of a living nightmare that has seeped into reality. She leads the living to her
paradise and reigns over the dead and the lost. Her existence is naught but a shadow, naught but
a mockery in the barren desert of the broken.
Lub-dub, I am a failure. As I stand there, feet soaked in red. It was once so bright, so glaring, so
vivid as it escaped her body. It was a scarlet waterfall that poured from her sweet body. It stained
the sand, creating a pool of agony in the barren desert of the broken. Her blood stained my heart
creating an unbearable torment that weighs upon all else.
You are a failure, her blood sings as it continues to spread.
You are a failure, her mouth whispers in a silent voice.
You are a failure, her unblinking gaze emphasizes.
You are a failure. You are a failure. You are a failure.
Those words surround me in my sorrow as I stand there in the drying blood of my true love
Emily. Emily who was once the light of my life and the reason for my existence. Her sweetness
and her beauty were captivating to all those who beheld her.
Emily.
Emily.
My sweet Emily. My darling Emily. My heart, my soul. My Emily. She is forever gone in the
barren desert of the broken.
Lub-dub, I am a failure, I know.
"I am Alison and I am a failure," I whisper into the silence as I gaze upon the lifeless body of my
soul mate. Emily.
I am a failure.