Dying Love.
A surge of pain.
And the world turns black.
Slowly I die, stumbling, falling back.
What's going on?
What did I do?
I'm so confused.
Slowly I relize it's just you.
I suffer from thy.
I loved you so.
But now your the one killing me.
I fall to the ground.
Why are you doing this?
I never hurt you.
Now i'm rendered helpless by the hands of you.
Have you no mercy, for whom you said you loved?
A surge of pain.
The world is black.
You merely laughed as I slowly take my last breathe in.
Now out.
And to think, you were the one i thought I could trust...
Copyright © Mary Toungett | Year Posted 2010
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