Savior By Rise Against
It kills me not to know this
She saw his eyes as she got closer to his icy statue. The glare she knew too well for her liking. The stare of a lost hope and of a broken past that seemed to finally catch a man when he needs it the least. It was almost enough to make her own demons knock on the door at the back of her mind. Could she possibly say anything to help this man who seemed to no longer hold a flame to her? Could she possibly relate to his own fears and past regrets? She opted to a short introduction to put the ball in his court.
"How easy the thought of leaving and forgetting this place really is. It down right scares me at times." He didn't bother to turn to greet her; he knew all along she was there.
What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them.
"It's amazing what a whole year can do to a man, chere." She never saw the lighting of the cigarette but suddenly it was there. "It down right scares me at times." He joked without a smirk.
"Is this about Belle?" He chuckled at the words that came out of her mouth.
"Stalking me now, chere?" He teased puffing outwards once more. "The funny part is that it hasn't even been a year and yet I can't remember as much as I know I should. As if my mind has decided to cut off the whole incident from me. It's only been six months today and I can't even remember what her color her wedding dress was, was it blue? Was it red?" He looked to the floor as if asked it for help.
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten.
"You loved her?" She could only manage to ask, but his reaction was of only disgust.
"What the fuck is love anyways? Is it that moment where the person is no longer a threat to your personal secrets? Is it when you find yourself lost every second they aren't around? Or is it when you find yourself truly tired of looking for better? I never knew of love but I guess she was the only thing that came remotely close to it from my past. But then again, could someone love someone they could kill with their bare hands?" He looked at her and she instantly wished he didn't. The intensity making her squirms and stammers.
But I'm not the answer to the questions that you still have.
"It's hard to believe how easily death comes when you least mean for it. How easily that a small fight can lead to a cold lump of flesh." He looked way as if he was insulted by the fact that she could possibly relate. That there was no way she could see his views so easily. "But no matter what you do you can't put the warmth back in. I use to stay awake every night just knowing that there must have been a way to save her, to reverse that suction of life and just revive that lifeless body to its former glory. But it the end it's always the same, I'm always the murderer." He sighed at the words and she knew that something had been lifted. She left him before she could possibly ruin the little she had managed to achieve. He didn't need her now, and she could survive without a stalker for awhile it seems.
I just want to save you while there still something left to save.