Stolen life
I hear the shout,
the dieing scream of a friend from years past.
I run,
using it as an excuse not to see her.
I run through the crowd,
being cut and raped of my sanity.
She screams again, this time closer.
I run away,
trying not to be caught in the middle of the struggle.
Through another crowd being raped of my dignity and poise,
yet I hear her again, closer.
I ruun up to the corpse,
my one true love.
She stares at me with eyes that have seen the world.
I try to voice my apology, for being late...
but, she puts her finger up to my lips to quiet me.
Then, we kiss,
we forget the world, the precious time that is slipping through our hands.
She died during that kiss.
That kiss that stained my lips.
Now I cannot bare to look at her grave.
For I heard the screams, because,
I took her life.
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