This is something I made as I watched the movie Sweeney Todd. I decided to make an internal description about how he must've felt when he saw what was in his hands. :P Enjoy.
His heart began to slow down.
His heart was starting to fail.
He gazed into the eyes of his love,
Full of distraught and sorrow as he saw what he had done.
He touched the blood on his pale face, its crescent shade illuminating against the earthy dim fire which blazed, containing the ashes of his dove.
Tears; he felt them burning his eyes as passionately as he had thrown Ms. Lovette into the oven, the fury and malnourished desire which had been put out for so long.
He gazed at his first, true love; her blond hair faded with age, her hues of bright dazzling blue never to open again—the soft touch of her skin never to be felt again. Her torn dress and shambles were spoiled with blood; so much, that it nearly shook the poor barber out of his wits, yet his skin stayed perfectly still.
His heart—oh, there goes his heart again. Its only a matter of precious time that his poor heart will break and shatter.
"There was a barber and his wife…" he started as he brought her face closer to his, his throat caught in knots. He closed his eyes, allowing the tears to dwell onto his cheeks as he felt his heart sink down with them, small fragments jumping into every pool.
"And she was beautiful…" he sang, caressing her face, her cold skin penetrating his very mind.
"A foolish barber and his wife…
She was his reason and his life,
And she was beautiful,
And she was virtuous,
And he was…"
Then: all was still. Time ceased. Time paused. Time has ended. The background began to fade away: the fire, the basement, the Judge, the cobble-stoned flooring, and even his beautiful dead love. Everything stopped, as though infinity had taken place within the moment. He felt a warm release spill from his throat and onto his chest, only to close his eyes and lean forward and fall onto his true love. Time was finally still for the two; only for him to be granted the wish of eternal damnation with his one true love.
"… And he was dead."