I watch a tear
fall down her face.
The liquid marbles run past her grin.
I just watch, emotionless
There is nothing I can say,
My wisdom has run dry

I killed,
I ripped apart the only thing I loved,
I fled for refuge.




Along with my return,
I bring a storm of sorrow.

I try to comfort her
but she Ignores my Ignorance,
and she walks down the hall.

As I follow her
I notice the cuts on her arms
she has destracted her pain from me for a moment.
The eerie feeling in the air
screams at me for I will kill



I watch a tear
fall down her face.
The liquid marble runs past her grin,
I just watch, emotionless.
There is nothing I can Say
My wisdom has run dry.
She sits in the bath tub.
as each tear hits the smooth surface
she greaves louder and louder
she gave one last look to me
and slices a line up her forearm
ripping the skin it two
as she looks for her soul in her wound
she can see that I have devoured it.
As the blood drains from her body
I can only think about what I have done.

I am my worst villain.
Now that my wisdom has run dry
so has she.

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