You stabbed me, right into the center of my heart. While slowly twisting the knife that was made of lies you looked straight into my eyes. Your eyes, your beautiful eyes that I spent centuries to look deeply into. But were they yours? Who are you? Who were you? Your other hand held my back softly as if to make my slow death easier.
My heart bleeding black from all the poison you fed me over weeks or months I sank to the ground. Darkness surrounded me as I looked into the soft face that I believed was yours. Your outlines blurring into the room around us, I tried to breathe. Our past, present and future passing in front of my inner eye, I tried to focus on you but my shaking body did not let me.
