Letters to Jericho

“To the darkness and through I see you my Angel and I shall claim you in life and death. Only if you’ll have me.” Was soft and sweet she was sweating as she laid back down to the river her head turned. And in my mind I screamed. “Yes!” Then the thought of her Angel? If only she saw or knew what I was capable of. Possessive compiled me to end her life. And keep her for myself; to hide her away from everything and the pain the world gives to kindness/gentleness that she has about her. No, no it isn’t fair to let her suffer like that; yet if I keep her then I condemned myself to the eternal; nothing.