The less you hold close to you, the less you have to lose when they finally leave. (copyrighted)

Those hands; they gripped the dagger tighter

Do it - No, Do it - Yes

Till pale knuckles turned white still

You know you want to

Deeper, deeper and even deeper 

More -

Those pale shaking hands moved

No grace, no style, no finesse -

One quick plunge, one sharp thrust

More -

And crimson liquid flowed through

Yours; mine; yours; ours -

Biting the hand that once did feed

Sorry              -                 No                      Sorry              -                    Yes

Those hands stained crimson red,

You          -           yours            - you alone

There was nothing more that could be done

Lies, lies -                       nothing but lies

But to say what couldn't be said.

No words, no sound, no motion, no cries

The face of whom the viscuous liquid spilled

Sorry               -              No                      Sorry                -                  Yes

Was one that those unfortunate enough could never forget.

Never, never, never again

Bewilderment, confusion, sorrow and pain;

No more, no more, please     -           No more

Those were not the most damning things yet.

Sorry, sorry, forgive me        -          I'm sorry

The acceptance of betrayal - in her face one could see;

Why a martyr, even till now?

The understanding of actions - in her eyes one could feel -

A saint, of course;                       one from Satan himself

Her face, her eyes; her everything - they killed.

Yes, yes, a thousand times 'yes'

The hands - they weakened and dropped limply away

It's not enough, not enough -         you know it's not enough

Whilst the dagger remained - embedded in flesh

You know -              it's you, it's you, it's you

The body; it crumbled and fell to the ground; forsaken by those pale shaking hands

Enough        -  Stop,                Stop          -      Just Stop

One step ;            Two steps;               Three steps;             Four.

No -            No -          No -           No -

My eyes - they turned and stared at that which once was

No more, no longer, no past, no future

The smiles, the laughs, the tears the sighs

No more, no longer, no past, no future

A hand I raise, to close those souless eyes

Blood        -            Yours, mine, ours

Stained crimson red, that which they were

You     -      Yours,             You alone

Those hands were mine         - Mine -       All mine

Mine    -    Mine,             Mine alone

Screaming, screaming -  My throat  -  It bled

Still not enough -             You know it's not enough

As my mother's souless eyes still stared.

Humans always want that which we cannot have.
That is human nature.
That is the trait that will make everyone suffer.