Emotionless Glory
Her lying there,
I'm dying inside
After all that I've done,
The fight is still not over.
I can't win.
I trust only to breathe
To hope that my calm will come
That my discord will culminate.
But it can't.
I'm different they say,
More so than others,
Because every love has been shattered,
Judged by my hands.
Because every hope becomes desolate,
Foreshadowed at my hands.
Suffering, affliction.
I ended her with my hands.
There's a darker fear
A fear that seemingly vanished with her last breath
That is my comfort.
One less life left for misery's defeat.
Then there is emptiness,
And there is me,
And there is nothing.
A/N: Please review, I'm looking for constructive criticism! I hope you enjoyed it.