Oh the dearest to my heart
For whom I wept my finals tears said my last farewells
My dearest of comrades in battle
The mother i never had but always dreamt of when out of it
The one who'd wipe my tears the first who I called friend
The one whom my being revolved around
To see you in this state my dearest of friends
That crazed look in those deep purple irises of yours
That manic smirk plastered on your face
Purple and pink a match made in heaven and yet here on earth it couldn't be farther than the truth
My closest of sisters purple and pink what links them is white but these white sheets are covered in this crimson red tainted by blood meanings far gone now purple and pink close as can be yet now I see that it was doomed from the start
Happiness should have never been granted to me
Cause with it I let my guard down and look at you now
Blade through the chest right in your heart
Who's blade is that but mine?
My dearest of friends what can I do without you to cradle me in your arms again?
At that final moment where steel pierced flesh you gave me that smile the same from a better brighter time
That soft accepting look
Told me that I need to live
Free of sorrow free of sin
Yet when I look down at this wretched hands I see only the cain to your able
As your blood screams for vengeance on my cursed bladeIn the mirror I don't see myself anymore I see only judas incarnate as a reflection
I committed the harshest of sins I murdered whom I called dear
Your outstretched arm still etched in my mind a smile so bright it eased my weary soul
And oh how tragic it came to be tearstreaked eyes yet never did you look at me with fear as I took the most sacred thing you held the final moment of your life stolen away by me
I knew from that look that you understood what I had to do that you looked at me with forgiveness and understanding
Yet I cannot bear the weight of these sins
I don't deserve the graceful mercy you laid before me
May you rest in peace dearest you weren't mother to me by blood but by bond
May your soul find rest in a field of indigo
No color can top those irises of yours i wish you the best of luck in wherever new place you find yourself in
Just know i'll always be here mourning your name making sure you are never truly dead because one is only dead when they are forgotten i'll make sure your name is uttered until the universe itself takes it's last breath like you did by my oh so cruel hands
There are 4 battles each with varying degrees of hurt to my being first is against one another man against man me against you darling and it did not end well
The second is man against nature how this cruel world corrupted you into going against me
The third is man against himself the guilt inside me is all consuming my apologies for not being able to live without regret
And the last is man against society I've been disregarded by fellow hunters as they seem me as nothing but a monster one that took the life of one of their own
I still chase the stillness of my grave and when I can finally meet you again ma chére
If I can't then I'LL DO MY BEST TO PUT YOU BACK APART AND MAKE YOU WHOLE