Remorse

I remember those days…where we weren’t so hostile towards each other. I remember your tears, sliding down the window pane…warm breath, a mockery on the windows shameful coldness… how can or could I just tear it all away from you…
but,
you understand…

I knew from the way your eyes started showing the same animosity towards me, as I did the very things, I hate myself for…
for what I am, is not easily described in these, higher lines of  reality…
of feeling…
I can not be the way you are..
But I know,
You understand…

I handed you something so broken and shattered, just as I ripped your freedom from you…
and sadly, I did smile…
I did laugh.
I laughed so hard, I swear, I broke into heaven it’s self…
I drank your sorrow like the finest of any wines or fruits that grew there
(I’m sorry)
But I’m sure you understand…

I gave you my everything, and obviously, that was nothing...and you’re light was so bright… I could not help but hold my claws over it...
caress it…
need it,
crave it,
just as I craved your skin… your body… and those looks that not one being could do as you have to me….
But I am sure, with out a doubt, you understand.

But when I look at the blood on my hands and the metallic taste of hypocrisy,
Of bitterness and lies and smoke and wisps…
They’re no good for…
For…
For either of us…
But I’m not too sure you’ll understand,
what I am going to say next…
You won’t be able to understand,
why the last thing I do,
(Besides rip more a smile on my face…
Since I have no will to do it normally,)
Is to return your broken things…
And I’ll return back to my abyss…
My lovely one knows my true progression…..