Kingdom Hearts: Army Of The Roses

Regret

It was warm. Heavy sheets, blankets of finer cloth weighed my back.

I found nude flesh to be my pillow — it was him. Bare of chest, I held my ear to hear the rhythm of his heart. The alluring thumping brought me nearly back to sleep. Then he moved. Enveloping me in his strength, he held me tightly in his arms as he groaned.

"Morning..." He yawned.

'Good-morning, love.' Is what I wanted to say. Yet, I found myself choked. All I could do is stare into those eyes. Those big beautiful eyes. Something wasn't right. The nails that he scathed across my flesh turned to talons, they dug bloody trenches into my back — scooping out clots of myself.

"What. Is. Wrong?" Spitting from his lips, clumps of Darkness squirmed into his chest.

Whispers stretched from the corners of everywhere.

"What have I done." They asked me?

A pain gripped my chest, the kind of pain given by such intense mourning. A log had ripped through bone, shoving into my chest. It hurt. It h-hurt, bringing me to tears. Crawling, they stuffed themselves into my throat. Choking me. Contractions, down they slid into my Heart: wounded and vulnerable, they coursed the gaps and rode on waves of a viscous regret. Like his beat I dropped, into an Aether — into thick blackness. Weighing my soul, the blankets turned to thorned chains of oil. Slipping away my palm, I cast it out and reached for him but I only further sank. To part my lips, my screams were empty... Silent...

Yet, he watched.

Within reach his eyes saw nought. They chose to. He chose to. Unmoved, he turned his back to me before I dropped.

Falling to the marble of my altar, the tears tainted it's pedestal.

I caught myself sleeping — dreaming.

The demons that torment my mind seem to flutter when I no longer rest. They sit at the corners of my mind, waiting for me to weaken, to sleep. Looking on, my crown sat so still within reach. I had parted with it. Hoping to meditate without it's whisperings into my ears. I was hoping for peace of mind but found only regret. How slow they crawled, my fingers found its touch — a cold bronze, it numbed the tips of them. Scraping across the ground, dragging it closer. I sat myself up. As the knot in my chest loosened I found my breath.

I placed it upon my head. Once more , I've found the strength to fight them, those pointless memories... Pointless metaphors.