The black bell of irony.

My bloated heart is spilling on the floor.

I hate you.

It beats and pumps its lusciousness so fast.

You slip.

Its slowing now just watch the rubies fall.

So pretty.

What’s that dear? You hurt your head?

You fell?

 

No matter just drink it fast, don’t waste it.

You fool.

I can see its getting very dark now.

Don’t go yet.

It looks as though you need to go to sleep.

Just taste it.

How’s that now? You cant get up?

Stop faking.

 

Come on dear, it wont be long.

You’ll make it.

You know damn well that I wont run an tell.

Just listen.

Shadows fall and I can’t see your face now.

I’m leaving.

One deep breath and it will soon be over.

Just hear me.

Reviews

[Kostas M.]

Sorry, but I didn't understand what you're actually trying to express in this one. It's very interesting, though, and I'd really like to let me know if you could.