Secrets of a Love Tormented

If you died

Would you be happy with your life?

All the joy

All the sorrow

The love

In this ghostly form I haunt my love

Every tear that he sheds

Is like pins stabbing me in the heart

His tears of sadness fall on my stiff cold body

The color has left my skin

The only color you see is the blackness in my hair

And blood spilling from my arm

My love kneels in the pool of blood beside me

His head rest on my head

His lips brushes my checks

As I am now I can feel the warmth radiating from his body

He ask “why”

I simply look upon him and say the same thing

Why did I do it?

Why did I bring the knife across my veins?

Why did I sit their and watch the blood billow out me

Why did I not scream for you amere

The love that we share was unconditional

So why

All I can think now is the stares

The jokes

The bullying

Just because we were both men

Why do they do this too us

Torment us with their words

And doesn’t stop till the floor is stain with our blood

But that doesn’t worry me anymore

Nothing does really

But leaving you alone in this hateful world

I’m sorry my love

I’m so sorry

You sit there and grabbed the knife from my lifeless hand

And as you stand and position the knife to your heart

You look up and stare into my eyes

And I realize you can see me

 He smiles and says

“On this world they maybe able to hurt us

But where we are about to go no one every will”

He slowly raised the knife and closes his eyes

I started to cry, I bring my hands to my eyes

Surround by darkness and hear your last whisper of life

Then nothing

What happens next is the best thing that every happen in my life

I feel you arms slowly wrap around me

And we ascend into OUR peaceful heaven

And leave this hell on earth

 

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