My take on how hard it was for ... Well... you'll get it later...

PRESENTING...

Wonderfully Horrible Death

A time of all times.

A tune of all songs.

A treasure beyond all imagination.

This was her.

This was life.

This was all that mattered after her creation

Her love for me

left behind

Sweet sweet song

rotting my own mind

Disappearing

into the night

My very own

Twilight

As I held her in my arms, I wondered about the meaning of life.

How does it fly out of reach so quickly?

A chance.

A love.

A Lifetime and beyond.

Soaring above the sky, giving you freedom.

Why can't she see how important she is to me?

How can she insist on tearing off her angelic wings for me?

Can't she see the monster that I am?

A demon.

A warped and grotesque shadow.

Looming over her.

Feeding off her innocence.

Why does she forgive me in such a way that her life hangs in my hands?

More delicate than a butterfly's wing.

I would rather die than make her suffer an insufferable pain by such the fiery depths of hell.

How could it be so hard.

Why must she be in pain for me?

Such a perfect angel.

In the palm of my hand.

Her radiance.

Her warmth.

Purifying my soul.

But I have no soul.

Thus it must be forgotten.

She cannot suffer any longer.

I will die.

She wakes in my arms, beaming sleepily at me.

I comfort her and rock her back to sleep.

While I sing my deadly lullaby

My love.

My life.

All left behind.

How will I ever survive?

But she deserves better than simply me.

I almost kill her again and again.

Can't she stay away from me?

I crave her need her still the same.

But this hunter's game must end.

She is part of me.

My breath.

My heart that will not beat.

For if I tear away from her

together may never be.

Hope, trust, a simple tune

will all mean nothing in the end.

No love.

No hate.

Just scorn and scars on me.

But I will gladly die for my angel

again

again

again

again

again

She mumbles my name and sighs her sweet breath

sending me bliss and torture

Awakening the monster inside

tearing at my souless heart

in pure pleasure and in pain

oh I shall surely, truly die again.