The Story that I Don't Write

By: The Fallen Child

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Lily, dear...

I've loved you so much, I really cannot explain my love for you.

I'm sorry, love, this is where my road has taken me.

Please escape safely with our only child.

Oh, Merlin, make it quick.....

- - - -

I'm sitting at home,

and I'm writing a story,

and the pages turn to days,

maybe I'll call you on the phone...

- - - -

Lily, dear...

All I want to do is hold you once more,

To rock our baby to sleep one last time,

You've made me stronger, love,

Just get out of here safely...

- - - -

I'm sitting here,

And I'm writing a story,

My breath is the pen,

And the ink is clear...

- - - -

James, dear...

Your screech will forever haunt me,

I will keep our last kiss with me forever,

But I have a feeling we will be together once again,

For there is footsteps down the hallway...

- - - -

I'm sitting alone,

And I'm writing a story,

But am I the writer?

No, I am just skin and bone...

- - - -

James, dear...

His red eyes are piercing me,

Don't worry, darling, our child is safe,

His life will be spared for mine,

You will no longer be alone, darling...