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I could have never prepared myself for that moment. Willow's rosy cheeks
pale, her eyes swollen, streaks of warm tears outlined her usual cheery
face.
I didn't have to hear the dreaded words she was about to speak. I felt the ache of her suffering in my body.
The world again, had taken something I cherished dearly, from me. My rage was uncontrollable at first. Not even the anguish of the past 248 could have added up to the guilt I was feeling.
The guilt passed. Left only with the cruel reality.
The feeling of her warm fingers gliding down my spine, sending chills up and down my body; The affectionate kisses of a true angel. The unbelievable strength of a girl, chosen to fight the world's demons.
Gone.
Her heart no longer beats. Her warm body is left beaten and cold. Her last breathe her only true peace. The weight is lifted from her shoulders, now she is able to fly.
I lay awake. Frozen in time, not wanting to move. So many questions swarm my head. Her last thoughts. Her pain.
I swore to protect. I promised I'd be there. Words frivolous and meaningless to the girl who lies dead in her coffin, calling my name. --- I'm sorry my Love.
Our love was as unconditional as it was forbidden. Her love for me was the only happiness I was able to find on this earth.
The sun rises...it falls. Everyday is the same. Darkness consumes me. My own personal hell is the only torture left.
I'm tired of being here. Her faint presence is the only thing keeping me. Her whispers are a fragment of my imagination.
I love you always...my love.
But there is no reason to be here. No reason to fight.
Standing on the balcony, the farthest I've moved in weeks; I wait for the sun to rise. Her faint presence and whispers are gone; insanity is all I have left.
If there is a God, hear my words, as I pray for my salvation.
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Fallen, I've taken one for the world. My death slow and painful. Seven years, I fought, and died for the destiny I was suppose to serve, against my will.
My body cold and beaten left in this make shift box, my final resting place. My eyes closed, unable to open.
Heaven the place I searched for, but could not enter. My love for him, my Angel holding me back.
I see him, why can't he see me, why won't he talk to me!
My soul aches for your touch, the taste of your lips on mine. All those months apart, I lost my sanity, for knowing you were out there...watching me, kept me in balance.
No longer watching me, you sulk in your sorrows from my death, your soul breaking, just as your unbeaten heart.
Now your left, your own torture assisting you in your own suicide.
Listen to my calls my Angel...
I believe in you!
I'll give up everything just to be with you!
I have to be with you...to live to breath.
I'm still here...never give up.
I believe in you! ****
I didn't have to hear the dreaded words she was about to speak. I felt the ache of her suffering in my body.
The world again, had taken something I cherished dearly, from me. My rage was uncontrollable at first. Not even the anguish of the past 248 could have added up to the guilt I was feeling.
The guilt passed. Left only with the cruel reality.
The feeling of her warm fingers gliding down my spine, sending chills up and down my body; The affectionate kisses of a true angel. The unbelievable strength of a girl, chosen to fight the world's demons.
Gone.
Her heart no longer beats. Her warm body is left beaten and cold. Her last breathe her only true peace. The weight is lifted from her shoulders, now she is able to fly.
I lay awake. Frozen in time, not wanting to move. So many questions swarm my head. Her last thoughts. Her pain.
I swore to protect. I promised I'd be there. Words frivolous and meaningless to the girl who lies dead in her coffin, calling my name. --- I'm sorry my Love.
Our love was as unconditional as it was forbidden. Her love for me was the only happiness I was able to find on this earth.
The sun rises...it falls. Everyday is the same. Darkness consumes me. My own personal hell is the only torture left.
I'm tired of being here. Her faint presence is the only thing keeping me. Her whispers are a fragment of my imagination.
I love you always...my love.
But there is no reason to be here. No reason to fight.
Standing on the balcony, the farthest I've moved in weeks; I wait for the sun to rise. Her faint presence and whispers are gone; insanity is all I have left.
If there is a God, hear my words, as I pray for my salvation.
‡ ‡ ‡
Fallen, I've taken one for the world. My death slow and painful. Seven years, I fought, and died for the destiny I was suppose to serve, against my will.
My body cold and beaten left in this make shift box, my final resting place. My eyes closed, unable to open.
Heaven the place I searched for, but could not enter. My love for him, my Angel holding me back.
I see him, why can't he see me, why won't he talk to me!
My soul aches for your touch, the taste of your lips on mine. All those months apart, I lost my sanity, for knowing you were out there...watching me, kept me in balance.
No longer watching me, you sulk in your sorrows from my death, your soul breaking, just as your unbeaten heart.
Now your left, your own torture assisting you in your own suicide.
Listen to my calls my Angel...
I believe in you!
I'll give up everything just to be with you!
I have to be with you...to live to breath.
I'm still here...never give up.
I believe in you! ****