What did you do to me?
Why am I here?
In my restless dreams
I see you, endlessly.
I walk a tunnel where I think I see you, and then your image slips to you under my pillow.
I can't go back to that...
I've been living in that day you died in hospital.
In my head...
Until the truth was washed away with the closest thing to comfort, in a crime of love.
Denial.
A shield or a shroud.
Take your pick.
What you don't realise is that the best people end up with the latter.
It's not that which is important in choice.
Instead...it's the type of person you choose to be.
I hate you for making me kill you.
I just...couldn't see you like suffer.
But...
Do you know how selfish you were?
I need you more than you needed me.
And you made me do it...
I can't live without you, Mary...
And you knew it!
But still... you used me.
I was a weapon in your suicide.
I was a tool.
A tool that loved it's owner.
At least, you love me still, don't you?
I'm the evil one here.
Not the demons...
Not that monster that keeps chasing me.
He's like you.
He's my saviour.
He's leading me to you.
But I have a bad habit of killing my wire of hope.
Don't I honey?
I'm the one who should be writhing on a bed.
Not sweet innocent you.
But...at least we can be together.
At least, you're waiting at the end of my tunnel..............
Honey I'm home.