Surrender

Nora,

Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with no words exchanged? Tell me, how does it feel to tear someone in millions of lifeless pieces? What is it like watching someone die right before your eyes? Did this ever mean anything to you? Have you ever cared? Or was this all a lie? I can see right through your failed attempts to converse with me. I am capable of seeing past your plastic emotions and fake smiles. You turn this conspiracy against me, acting as if I am fit to be punished. But on what account? How have I wronged you so?

How is your nocturnal slumber faring? For your evenings now seem quite occupied with haunting my dreams. Why do you express resentment toward my affections? Where does all your hatred reside? Is it within your heart perhaps? Does it dwell in the darkest shadows of your impaled soul? I watch it eat away at you adamently. It saddens me deeply to see you go this way.

For you remind me of a joker. You are a lover of pointless games and superficial disguises. For you use both recklessly in your life of charades. All I see when I glance upon you is regret, pity. For I feel remorse on your behalf. I am sorry you are forced to look at your reflection everyday. I apologize that you must bleed the tainted blood that flows through your shallow veins. You are that of satan's kin, mothered by misery and kissed selfishly by pain. You feed upon the hope of the helpless, the wounds of the beaten, and the luck of the damned.

You are not worthy of anything other than sorrow and dissappointment. You shall breathe and exist amongst the company of morose. You deserve wilted flowers and broken promises, crucified love and ressurrected loathe. You have stabbed me for the last time...

-Kat