"How could I save the world when I have to end mine?" she asked, her voice filled with despair,
A haunting melody that echoed through the depths of her tormented soul.
"I don't want to...I really don't want to," she screamed, she cried, she pleaded,
But her pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned in the shadows that consumed her.
The villain smirked, relishing in her anguish, knowing she was on the brink of collapse,
"Don't worry, my heroine. In another life, I'll find you and love you again,
But only to watch the world crumble under the weight of your shattered existence.
I'll revel in your pain, for it is the only solace I seek."
To save their world, she had to embrace the darkness within,
A sacrifice that demanded the annihilation of her own fragile existence.
In that moment, she made a chilling decision, a pact with the abyss,
"I'll die alongside you, my love, and together we shall plunge into eternal oblivion."
"Don't worry, my love, for death will be our reunion," she whispered,
As she plunged a dagger into his heart, relishing in the crimson cascade.
The villain's lifeblood mingled with her own, a macabre dance of souls,
Bound by a twisted fate, entwined in a tragic love story.
He may have been the villain in their story, but she knew the truth,
In the depths of her shattered heart, she bore the burden of darkness.
"I am the villain the world has created," she murmured, her voice dripping with despair,
A chilling revelation that sent shivers down her spine.
She had been taught that greatness required sacrifice,
But she never anticipated the price she would pay, the depths she would descend.
And now, having saved a world she despised, she yearned for liberation,
"See you in the afterlife, my love," she whispered, her voice laced with bitter irony.
The sacrifice she made for the world's sake now felt like a cruel joke,
A hollow victory that left her soul cold and desolate.
So, she screamed into the void, her anguished cries echoing through the night,
"Begone, world! Take me with you into the abyss!"
"Don't worry, my love, for our torment shall end," she hissed,
As she grasped the sword, its blade shimmering with malevolence.
"I promise, my love, in death we shall find solace," she declared,
Tears of blood staining her face as she prepared to embrace her final act.
With trembling hands, she plunged the sword into her own heart,
Each agonizing inch a testament to her descent into madness.
"I told you, my love," she whispered, her voice fading into the void,
As darkness consumed her, a tragic end to a twisted tale.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
