It was tragic.
The blood on the ground. The sobs in the air. Nothing seemed to go right anymore.
He was dead. I was dead. And the infant black space that separated us was as cold as space and as forever as time. There was no escaping this fate that had been bestowed upon me. No escaping it at all.
But in this darkness white words floated around me. The words made frames that held every memory I could ever dream of in my wildest dreams.
Like the memories of deaths I had caused and the memories of hearts I had broken. Life was speeding past my eyes screaming my failures as they passed.
"Murder" They yelled as they swirled around me making my hair whip at my face and slash at my brow. Sobs escaped my lips as the darkness continued to drive me further and further into my insanity.
A psychotic laugh escaped my lips as I allowed my body to fill with insanity. I was no longer myself. I was simply a person who had lost the most important thing to him. I was a person who had been consumed by power, greed, fame, and idolism.
But, I feel as if I'm getting too far ahead of myself. I feel as if I'm allowing you to only see what is weak inside my soul.
Maybe I should star back at the beginning where I was a boy who heart was whole and his soul did not rest in fragments of a fake imagination.