I stand here alone, the gun in my hands are covered in your fingerprints. To me, you were once heaven's creation, but now, I can finally see that all you really were was just a mistake in disguise. All this time, stupidity and foolishness trapped my sensibility and logic like a wild bird in a cage. Ignoring the warnings others gave me, only soon regretting it when their warnings became my reality. You did this act without a second thought as if our past was never made. Our memories are crumbling away like an ancient piece of paper.
But now, I'm finally out of the fog, my eyes can finally see the truth. I always thought you carried the bandages when you really carried the knife. My cries of sorrow could be heard in the dark abyss of the night, dancing alongside your gunshot. Now, I can see my blood everywhere, and I see the worried look on the mask you call a face. But you have failed to realize, I had spotted the gun in your hands already. You picked me up, healed me and offered me food when everyone was watching, but left me and snatched the food when everyone left. My fury was the flint and steel to the flame of revenge. I wasn't planning to go down without a fight, you had left me stranded.
Yet my revenged was executed, the arsenic powdered on the edible you took proved it.
©mr.smiley
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