I gawked with dread at the blood dripping down his throat. The creamy white cake awaited on the splinted cherry wood table with only one candle flickering with fire.
His once slightly flushed cheeks were now ghastly pale, his forest green eyes that seemed to be a vortex of happiness gazed vacantly. His lips that persisted in an effortless smile gaped with horror.
I looked on feeling frozen in time. Like the seconds that constantly passed had stopped. My heart which I thought did not exist felt as if though it was being crushed by a tremendous force. Preventing me to breathe.
Why does the price for the illusion of happiness must be so high?
I wept for believing in the wold.
I wept for the only man I ever loved.
I wept for him and the question I'll never be able to answer.
And I wondered how he felt as he wrote the words that would've tied us forever.
YOU ARE READING
Void.
RandomPoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
