He realizes that there comes a time when all else fails. She puts the pressure on him, how could he prevail? the weight he carries keeps piling on. That man is not the one for her, love blinds what's right from wrong. He questions what's right from wrong. Watching their lust, it sparks alive. It makes him tear up inside. He admits he is terrified. Jealousy is his new guide. He must reside, must abide. Wish her to live out of his life caught in a lie, but he might die, if he doesn't try. He'll try to find as he searches his mind. He asks if she'll take the other mans hand and leave him behind. The aisles clear as his hope eludes. That man is burning through his solitude. He is sick of this romantic tragedy. He's plunging head first into a wild side of insanity. That man has come to stay and he never said that was okay to her. That mans broken words won't make this all right, he can see straight through his lies. He wants to believe this all isn't real, he doesn't care how that man makes her feel. That's not his place and in any case, he may pick up and get out of his face. Die young, he wonders if he can stop this wedding. That man is not her other, he is the other. That man holds her safe and sound. Even now, while she's caught in his whisper.
He welcomes the man into his home, the mans grave. A stage to set all his sins and he will win. He has a grin on his face as the knife digs into the man. This is all apart of his master plan, his justice has been served. He suggested to the man to fight back as hard as he could. This night reveals the man he truely was. A shade of red stains his hands, he strikes again. He swings, he stabs as the blade sink in deeper within the man. The night reveals who he really is, a prisoner set on death row. Now, his sentence begins. He wants to stay alive, but looks like he'll disappoint this time. The man is dead to him, a waste of space. The man crys "Please enough". He says "This towns isn't big enough for the two of us, you're dead to me!". A virus, a parasite, a disease of society. The man will never make it through the night. Cold hearted, the man will fall far from the light and in the end, it'll only be him. As his knife releases the mans soul, he loses control. Look out below, the flames of hell will swollow the man whole. His blood is quickly drained He tells the man one last time. The mans death it, it was her love. He knew the mans would be the one he'd have to cut up. His enemy wouldn't rest in peace. The mans last mistake was fucking with him. The man will fall far from the light. It served the man right, to burn...
