The descent of the sword brings it all into perspective
Blood everywhere; on the floor, on the walls, on their clothes, on my hands
The silent screams forever etched on their faces brings it all into perspective
Death everywhere; on the stairs, on the chairs, on the rails, on my mind
Two once entwined in a hug of warmth and passion,
Now entwined in a heap of sorrow and pain
Two who once shared love now share death.
In the midst of all this, I stand and contemplate my handiwork.
It is perfect! What I don’t have you can’t have
What I do have you can’t have
I have no love, so neither can you
I have life but you can’t have life
The perfect ending to an insane story