Part 4
“How could he have done that??!!”
A chorus he had grown to love.
Everytime he heard himself ask,
he got a sigh for a reply.
A loaded sigh, he’d admit..
For his heart was filled with wickedness.
Emotion was an abstract concept.
He had always felt numb.
Opaque.
So why this gnawing feeling of regret
Constant.
Suffocating.
He had enjoyed committing the crime
His beloved’s last cry was music to his ear.
She deserved it..
For crossing those lines..
For coming too close..
But how could he?
For she loved him deeply
Tears fell freely
He didn’t need these prison bars
He was already enslaved to
the cruelty of his deepest self.
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Death remembered him
he had to oblige..
So the poison was far too kind.
(To be continued…)
~ sheyla ~