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Gatto holds him day and night , not once do his eyes lift to see the sun setting on the horizon. There is a passion that drives him, stronger than I've ever seen as he caresses his cold cheek. A passion that has become the lifeline in his existence, that pushes him to survive another day. Death looms over his shoulder, ravenous for the feeble flame that still flickers in hiabchest. Even it, withered and solemn, turns to compassion upon the poignant sight, a man and his beloved , hand in hand till death do them apart.
There's a foreboding sense of doom that has taken home in this town, like a storm in the making as the grey sky swells up with rage and spits rain on those below. Something wicked this way comes. Yet he, unmoved, remains holding him tightly as if the prospect of loosening his grip could cost him the very body he held. Is it guilt that compels him to stay by his side? Or a feeling stronger than he can express tying a knot between their hearts. Their dead ,beating, alive, rotting hearts. Beautiful misery hangs in the air as I watch the tears which cascade down his cheeks every day, a stream of sorrow framing his chin as they run down this man's face.
I can't stand to watch him in pain, his silent screams and cries. Does he not see that I love him dearly? Oh what I'd give to hold him close ,to grasp a strand of that porcelain covered hair. There is no wealth that can equal what I feel and what I felt. Yet love is cruel, many times it sinks to one side and like a chain around the ankle ,holds its victim down in its cruel grasp. So I watch , in love ,loveless, day and night , I watch him hug him tight, only God can forgive the hatred I hold to the carcass in his arms.
Finally after countless days of sorrow his arms part and the impossible happens. The corpse he held so close lays alone , buried under layers of earth which have become its final resting place.
He leaves and my heart lingers to tell him, disclose the passion that entangled my heart, the passion that he sparked. Countless days , and for what? He wastes his hours for his cause, everything he does is for his cause. Grim remaining days, dedicated to the innocence of a dead man. I, on the other hand, remain dedicated to him, even if the dream of simply stroking the delicate skin of his hand is one I long eradicated.
Every day I can feel myself withering away ,I live to watch him work , working for his innocence even though he's long gone. Of course , he succeeds how could he ever fail, determination thrives in his being , it always has, just one more thing i admire about him ; there are many such things like the way he laughs and the way he smiles , a smile that could bring light to a void of darkness, Gatto, love please don't ever stop smiling. You are my everything , my joy, my hope and the fire that sparked warmth in the frozen lake of my soul. To the others who seek my hand , i remain ignorant, my heart remains in your grasp ,as cruel as that grasp is.
On that faithfull Winter evening, he left me all alone , in the darkness of my own mind lost and wandering through its endless corridors. I searched for him endlessly, nor sleep nor fatigue could hold me back, i ventured to the beyond, just to catch a glimpse of that smile.
That dreaded smile that brought me life. So rarely seen, reserved only for 'his' eyes and yet the glances I caught of it once made my heart flutter.
I regret finding you ,the treacherous sight of your loveless body paler than it ever had been as it lay limp on the dry, cracking grass. With you, my world died. By all inhibitions, is this how it feels to love? Or is this the feeling of grief resting away in my mind? I fear death no more, its cold clutches do not move me as i slip the knife out of your Crimson stained chest, out of the heart punctured by your own hand. The same blade which stole you away from me presses against my skin , cold and unforgiving. I take a breath and i look at you one last time.
Can i describe the pain that perpetuated to me when i realised where you lay, by who's grave your figure rested? Your beautiful, delicate nie cold and loveless figure. The blade clatters against the ground , slipping from my loosening grip like a leaf tearing away from its trees sturdy branch. Kneeling i hold you , finally i hold you as close as i can , i stroke the strands of snow white hair. My lips don't move nor do my features tremble yet slowly drop after drop, i feel tears racing to my chin and i hold you. Oh i hold you tight. You left me to this pointless world all alone , to wander aimlessly till my final days hoping for someone to spare my miserable form and end my suffering, how could you! How could I? Let you slip through all these years, this is the price of cowardice, my silence against his word. At the end he won you over, and I let you go.
I love you so much dear, and now there's not much left to say, i wish i could have given you my love,my time , my all
You're the one that slipped away.