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Bleeding Hearts
(Raven´s P.O.V)
There's a room inside this home. It's where the darkness meets humanity and inside this place is where you'll find the two of us. Him and me.
Inside this room etched in shadows you will find "the clarity of hatred and the ecstasy of grief" no words more powerful or eloquently beautiful in wonderful inspiration have touched chords so deep in me. It is back to the room I return and we speak.
Him and I.
Not words of lilting voices soft whispers and tones. Unspoken gestures, the rhythm of a heartbeat and the eyes of a broken life. He moves and I retreat. My lips part with a question
"If I balanced this knife on the tip of my finger would you watch without a hint of malice?"
Silence. As the glint of steel makes its presence known it danced across my fingers.
I continue.
"And when the blade slices through will it be a chilling reminder of the sacrifice of our souls?"
Silence again. The knife delicately falls into my waiting hand.
"No more circus acts. Its a time for words, not games."
The silence is broken with a heavy sigh. You begin.
"My little one, so lost in youth and the pleasures of this world could you grow to learn all the things that grace this earth beyond this dark and silent room."
"No I cannot." I quietly whisper.
With the grace and ease of a cat the knife was snatched greedily from my grasp. My small body was thrown against the darkened wall you held me prisoner with your body and with a single hand grabbed my arm. You took my knife and slashed deeply a wound that bled a beautiful red and silenced my anguished cries.
"Look at it!" You cry into the silent room. "Tell me what those soul searching eyes see"
"I see my pain." I chokingly sob out.
"What happens next little one?" your gentle side is beginning to show.
"Time. Time heals all wounds." I am calm.
"No, my little one. Time does not heal all wounds. It blurs and softens them only making them slightly more bearable. A blemish tarnishing the beauty of life." you always were a genius.
You have released my arm. I watch entranced as you wave a hand over the torrent of blood and it is gone. You kiss my forehead reverently and for a moment time stands still. You are gone and I am left here in this blackened room but this time I have a window and a message written in the dust
'Not even death could keep me away'