YOU

There is a no peace here no semblance of any hope. I lay here waiting for either death or you to enter knowing well that there's no difference between either and yet I wait patiently. The screams don't give up and just keep waiting for the silences to engulf them knowing well that your memories keep raping every chance of that ever happening. They suffer just as much as I do and they put up with me as I do with them.

I look out the window as that's barely all this body lets me do now. It betrayed me at birth as you did at death. Not being able to move hasn't been the issue for me as I was always chained to this world which constantly raked its nails of repercussion and revenge down my back. The blood painted world in which I hoped for a life in was just a dream constructed of those bleeding scars that were left behind to remind me of those chains.

I wonder if it's colder outside or in here? I watch my breath as it also wants to leave me as you did, as everything did. What I would give for it all to leave me, for the screams, the silences, the betrayals and responsibilities to all leave me. They all haunt me, in a house of guilt, a house of darkness and ice cold memories. I wish I could burn down that house of pain, that house of guilt, that house of memories in which I feel trapped in. Would I be free then of it, of me and ultimately of YOU?

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