Die for you

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 When you gaze into an abyss for too long, the abyss starts gazing back. And all my life, the abyss and I have been staring at each other, daring one another to make a move. Although they tried to drag me into it, you know I've always been the type of man to face the world on its own.

 Tired blade.

 Rest now, as war is over. They could never be courageous enough to bend my will.

 I remember the times when you would get bloody everyday. I remember all of our fights. I remember the times when you were all that I had. I remember all the times you cut down whoever tried to hurt me. Tell me, did you enjoyed the blood bath? Did you cut them all cause I told you to or did you act on your own? Or, is it possible that you live now in sorrow for what you did? Can you sleep at night, old friend? Do you carry the burden of a thousand bodies? Do you, faithful blade, are as tired as I am?

 Rest now.

 We won.

 We fought together hoping there was something worth fighting for, at the end.

 And there you are.

 One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of one angel.

 You have no idea how much I want to cry on your shoulder. You have no idea the sleepless nights I lived hoping one day you would be waiting for me. You have no idea how many fights I fought where my only resolve was the gasp of something you might be. You have no idea how much my tired eyes rejoice now that I see you.

 I would die for you.

 Let a blade cross my heart, if that is the cruel fate you bring me. If I could choose, I would let you do it with a smile on my face and the coldest of the tears this rugged face has ever felt. Twist it in my heart, may the blood spill everywhere and let it see the world from the corner of my widened mouth. Save me from this despair or put an end to my misery.

 Not today.

 I wanna die on your lips.

 Not today.

 Embrace my soul.

 Hold me tight and tell me everything's alright.

 In the warmth of your arms, I promise to lift my head up and kiss you gently on the forehead. Through a tough gaze, I'll meet death as I once met the void, stare into its empty dark eyes and fearlessly murmur "not today".

 It is not time to die.

 Death can have me when it earns me.

 It 's time to live.

 Shall we go?




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