As we go and do what we do best,
To fight on to save our lives,
We forget all the rest,
With all of our near misses and dives,
To escape unhumorous jest,
That is to say our final goodbye.
But as we go on with this masquerade,
Of our deftness with a blade and release our rage,
We never told each other how to escape this cage,
And to be with each other until old age,
So as I learn that it is you I am dancing with on this final stage,
As you thrust with your mask on so tight it becomes you,
And you lose all of your instincts and go by what your sword craves,
I feign a parry as I realise,
That this wickedly beautiful dance will never end,
Until one of our swords meets the others flesh,
So by this I hope I save you,
As your blade breaks my skin into my heart...
As I drop mine and look at the wound,
You stop and question my abilities,
So I remove my mask as you stand confounded,
Then I see it in your eyes,
As I start to fall,
From this fatality you have placed in my heart,
You drop your sword with my blood on it and weep...
You kneel beside me,
As I begin to be free,
From all of the suffering...
I look into your eyes,
Mumbling for you to realise,
So that you can stop living in disguise,
As we had done for so long...
And with my last breath I say to you in this endeavour...
"Love me forever, forget me never...."
Author notes
I know this isn't very good, but I just pulled this one straight out of my rear... ^^;
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Comments
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Amazing.
I honestly don't know what to say.
Thanks for sharing -
OH. MY GOD.
Beautiful. My favorite. Great job, Matt. Beautiful imagery.

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god this is beautiful i wish i could write beautiful rather than dark and dreary





