The demons haunt him, chase him through his dreams.
Wearily he rises, sleep escaping his grasp yet another night.
His head filled to overflowing with the sounds of his own screams,
Insanity creeping nearer, threatening, whispering, caressing his mind.
He gazes out the window, nights darkness is upon the world.
His ghostly reflection stares back, accusing, taunting, shouting his secrets.
Liar, Thief, MURDERER.
The insanity continues to fester deep,
Pulsing, swelling, attempting to erupt an fill his mind with the poison that so deeply inside swirls.
He turns his back upon his accuser,
Pressing his hands against his eyes,
Within his head, his heart, his soul,
He hears the scornful laughter,
laughter that erupted cruelly from his own throat,
In the face of her pleading cries.
He sees her face, her dying face,
And hears her dying words.
“You lied when you said you loved me.”
“My heart you stole away.”
“You have murdered me with your cruelty, and for that you will someday pay.”
No moment of peace for two long years,
every night the same as this.
Insanity calling, creeping in,
demanding payment for what he did.
He walks to the window one last time,
and looks down upon a dark and empty world.
His thinks, “I never knew how much I really loved you.”
And toward the ground, he hurls.
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