Satanic steeple

I hope to take my secret to my darkened grave with only hopes that it will perish with my rotting bones.

Too many nights have I dwelt on the suspicion in his eyes. I can tell he knows that I have destroyed everything. He can't even look at me without his stomach churning.

Dismal, fouled hands have stained my soul, and now I can't turn back because the road back home is overrun. I walk to my dorm room lost in myself , so much even that I run into you.

You look at me with a half hearted grin, then trudge away without a word.

I run after you to see if I still have a chance.

"Fred, Fred wait!" You look at me with blue eyes filled with lament. Your eyes roam about my face as if trying to memorize my every pore.

Then you take my hands in yours and whisper, "What is it Angie?" My heart clenches at your kindness so I can't speak at all.

You shake your head then touch my face. "I can't take you away, not anymore." So here ends it all, my sun drenched world has just been broken by night fall. The fairy tale is over and, my heart bleeds until empty.

I hold on to your hands tight begging you not to leave. Minuets later I struggled and let you go, and I stayed in the same spot trapped by my impulsiveness.

"Happy endings are only for the innocent." Another voice drifts to my ears and, I turn around in anticipation.

"Leave me alone Montague!" With a sigh and a shake of your head you make me remember that I really don't want that.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I want to sleep, I want to die, and I wish that you were dead as well.

"No.."

"Would you like to walk with me?" Yes, I would like that. But, only if you can repair my unraveled world.

Though that doesn't sound like you to care about anyone but yourself, maybe just this once you'll take pity on a sorry person.

"Ok."

You take my hand in yours and we start walking ever so slowly through these stone walls.

You look at me from the corner of your eye. "I'm sorry about Fred." I shrug, "I don't know where to go."

"Neither do I."

"Do you believe in true love?"

"I truly love myself if that counts."

"No, it doesn't."

I stop mid step and turn to you. "How I make you feel?" You continue walking. "You quite frankly scare me. I don't know what to do about this either. But, I guarantee I will be the best father I can."

I smile lightly. That's all I could ask for, is all your self and your whole being. That's as much as I need.

Now I'm no longer lost without hope.