A Heart of Lead
Here I lay, at the end of my life, my bleeding heart in my hands...my lips, wet with blood, my eyes damp from tears of sorrow as the sadness seeps within my flesh, chilling my bones, deadening my nerves...How did it all come to this...my last breath, my final thought...a last wish as I gaze down at my bloodied hands, mine stained garments...
Today was a day of sadness, a day that was slow to rise and quick to fall... I felt as if I could do nothing right, everything I touched seemed to fail...falter...shatter...
Now even my heart can no longer withstand the suffering and because it is a mortal, human heart made of blood and flesh, beating and resonationg with the rest of this ravaged body it has taken all of the pain it could bear, all of the abuse it could, failing to meet this world's demands, unable to cling to those it cared for...the wounds were too deep, too terrible to mend, a heart, an organ of human flesh was never meant to endure such pain...never supposed to be allowed to inflict such pain upon others...
A cold hearted witch, perhaps even a conceited b***h am I... As my life fades there are no answers, there are only uncertainties...In an instant the tears that I had assured myself were done, fell from my eyes once again as I thought about the pain, the taste of blood in my mouth, the scent of death all around me and I welcome it with open arms...the heart falling upon the floor, no longer beating, no longer of any use to this broken shell...I embraced the angel of death free of that living hell, free of the pain of hurting others...of making them feel unwanted, unloved, misused, ill-treated...all of it was gone, a distant memory...
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