Blood on his hands

He layed there thinking of the sins he's commited.

Disappear and agony always present in his dreams.

He's done more then simply hurt her this time.

This is not a game of chess and if it was a king is nothing without his queen.

He's been playing this game for far too long.

Anxiety, depresion, rage they were his ways of getting free.

Now with blood on his hands and a broken heart.

He dug the grave for his lover.

Forever togther?

Or forever torn apart?

Author's Note

I tried

Reviews

[Tsukin Archangel]

ooooooo dark~ I like, kinda makes me of a part in my Castle in the Clouds poem, with the king and queen cameo's >;3 Still Me like~

[NA]

sombre piece...full of regret...intriguing piece :) x