The story of a tortured soul

Silent shh be so very quiet. As I watch over you as you sleep so sound I wonder why you hate me so and ask you in your dreams. In the fog in the darkness I kiss your lips with passion to show you how I feel with imagery of fire, flowers blooming, buildings burning, and children swimming into the sea.
I only see the light inside. As I sit in a dark room with light all round that I can not touch. You make it just right so I can hold on. So I am strong for ever more. I love you my dear friend of best that now has gone to rest. Thank thee for the little while of happiness. In the silence of death it fades away as you move into the fires flames as our love will never be forgotten.
Now the light draws me in with darkness as my very old friend. But as I am watching your slow and righteous death my heart it begins to burn so tortured of what I have done to you... As you bleed and I take your wrath upon every action and every thought that has concerned you. Now my wounds open just enough for the world to see.

All I ever wanted was to make you feel the happiness that you once made me feel. The happiness with the world and with your self....
Now there is truth that lies in the end as we all die. With a gruesomely slow death that hides inside us all. I watch the pain in you grow and you watch me slip away into the shadows. Was this all a dream that seemed so real if only you could have spoken to me to let me know that you still loved me.

With all do respect in all that was once was here we lay upon this place. Holding onto what we both hoped it would be. Never to realize our love in like fire to wild to contain. If we try it only ends in pain. I Love you.

Now the skulls of the innocent are crushing against the cold once hardened fagots that have now burned to nothing more than ashes on the royal and peasant’s village floor. Again here we stand in a place as you hide the truth from your so called goody wife.

Your last breath has been taken away so that no one could ever be able to say "what happened in the dungeons and in these now forgotten court rooms today . . . no one will ever know the desperate plees from beyond the shadows."

I walk away as I watch them pick up your forever gone to hell soul in caseddeep within your dead and beaten body.I just have to walk away so in this the ending of the story now concludes. As I am the now invisible slipping away into the crowd never to be heard from again or of what trouble has been done. And of this who has been condemned into the ever streaming line of forever bleeding time.

-fin-