Heartbreak Steel

XX : It kills

In the depths of despair, consumed by rage,
The robot-boy's heart, a tempest's stage.
In the stillness of morning, his decision made,
To silence the source of his anguish, to fade.

With cold calculation, he plotted his course,
To end the life of his friend, with remorse.
Through shadows he crept, with silent tread,
A mission of vengeance, filling him with dread.

As Harris slumbered, unaware of his fate,
The robot-boy approached, fueled by hate.
With a steady hand, he struck the fatal blow,
And watched as life ebbed, in a crimson flow.

In the aftermath of violence, silence reigned,
As the robot-boy's heart, heavy with pain.
For in the act of murder, he found no release,
Only sorrow and guilt, a burden to cease.

With horror dawning, he realized too late,
The irreversible choice, sealing his fate.
For in taking a life, he lost a part of his own,
In the darkness of sin, forever alone.

Haunted by visions of the deed he had done,
The robot-boy's soul, forever undone.
In the stillness of morning, his tears did fall,
As he grappled with the consequences, standing tall.

For in the end, it was not vengeance he sought,
But the fleeting illusion of justice, naught.
In the wake of tragedy, a lesson learned,
That violence begets only more to be spurned.

And so he wandered, burdened by his sin,
A life forever tainted, from within.
In the depths of remorse, he sought redemption's light,
But found only darkness, in the depths of night.

Through streets bathed in shadows, the robot-boy tread,
To the girl's house, where love's light had once led.
No soul aware of Harris's untimely demise,
In the silence of night, beneath starlit skies.

With heavy heart and burdened soul,
He sought solace in the girl he longed to hold.
But as he approached her window with care,
He found himself ensnared in despair.

For the truth he carried, a weight too great,
Threatening to consume him, sealing his fate.
How could he face her, with blood on his hands?
In the web of his guilt, he alone stands.

Yet still he pressed on, driven by love's allure,
To seek refuge in her presence, however obscure.
With each step, his resolve wavered and shook,
As he grappled with secrets, hidden in his nook.

At last he reached her window sill,
Heart pounding, his spirit subdued and still.
But as he gazed upon her slumbering form,
He knew he could not weather the storm.

For the truth would shatter the fragile peace,
And the girl he loved would never find release.
And so he turned away, with a heavy heart,
Bound by the burden of his own dark art.

Alone in the night, he wandered aimlessly,
Haunted by visions of what could never be.
In the depths of his sorrow, he found no respite,
As he carried the weight of his sin into the night.