Atop a hill, a lone silhouette stands
His eyes, glazed with sorrow
His hands tremble, his grip falters
A blade of silver, speckled with scarlet
Slips from his hand
(No....)
A shaky breath is released as he closed his eyes
(This can't be real....)
He doesn't want to see what's lying at his feet
(I-I loved them....)
(So why did I?...)
From parted lips, a hysterical sob escapes
(I'll never see them again....)
Towards the sunset hue, wide eyes stared
(Never....)
His knees trembled, giving out
To his chest went his knees, tightly hugged
(I can't fix things...)
A thin mirthless smile
(I'm a monster)
(A Demon...)
Everything he cherished
Now destroyed
(I'm so sorry― I didn't mean to!)
By his own hands
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So what happened?
What do you think caused it?
Reading just the italics or just the non italics somewhat paint different stories
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Deranged boy
PoetryA short poem that has various meanings and plot depending on the reader's thought process
