The Shutter Box

The ending of a love...

I gasp, the heat from my lungs escape into the luminance. Such a parable for a demise that left us hollow.
Speaking as if it would have no tune, such melancholy if the face of our lasting dance. We stumble and sway with the blessing of the angels, mocking our very moves in a repetitive sequence, hostile.
Her hands now, I can never reach her hands now. So out of step, out of time.
But I have prayed it this way, I have wished for this day.
I relieved you from this, from ourselves.
So help bring it to complete.
Make me the martyr that I deserve to be.
Don't seem so cold.
Turn tail and flee.
-- suffocating you to breathe--

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[Captain Rilen]

The more of your writing I read, the more I feel I can relate. Again, lovely writing. Keep it up, it really does help.