Darkest Hour

 There I was,

holding the knife that killed you.

 

Did I really do it?

Or was this some kind of nightmare.

 

When I look down upon your lifeless body,

I don't feel anything.

 

I just stare and watch.

 

Am I insane?

Or am I just not all here.

 

The bloodlets dripping off the end of the knife

make a deafening sound.

 

I look at it and then I realized.

 

I am insane.

I am not all here.

This is a nightmare.

I really did do it.

 

I scream,

the knife falls from my hands.

 

I begin to scream from the reality

that I am a

    Murderer.

 

My best friend,

the love of my life,

I have taken him away from myself.

 

Why did I do this?

Why had I felt nothing?

This can't be happening.

Not now.

Not ever.

 

This has to be a Nightmare.

A nightmare that I will wake up from.

 

When I look at you again, I begin to sob.

I feel weak,

I feel sorrow,

I feel

  Lost.

 

I fall to my knees and hang my head.

I stay there,

losing track of time.

 

It could of been mintues,

hours,

  days.

 

I crawl over to you and place your head in my lap.

 

I stroke your hair,

I stroke your cheek,

I close your eyes.

I feel defeat.

 

I look over to where the knife is laying,

there is only one thing to do.

 

I get up,

walk over,

grab it from off the ground.

 

I hold it within my left hand,

knowing that this is the only way I could see you

again.

 

I scream and thrust it into my chest.

I let the knife drop from my hand.

I walk over to you and lie down.

I close my eyes, feeling death come upon

my soul.

 

There is nothing more,

there is nothing less.

 

I lay beside you my love,

from now to forever.

 

I love you.

 

Reviews

[Emily Feret]

Am I insane?

Or am I just not all here.

I really like this question of mental stability. A little morbid but also a little romantic in style. Well written!

[InsanityWriter]

Love it. :) I wrote a short story similar to this (Insanity Reigns). I really like your poem! Great work! :D Insanity rules. (;