A darkness deeper then the black ashes surround the old, rare driven bridge. The light of the city farther away seen of the ripples in that ice winter water. I'm holding on to the edge. Bet you didn't know that. The chain that bruises my body painfully carry the weights of my being. I lean forward, my hands barely holding me. In the ice water I see these hateful eyes.
The mirrors back in the freezing warm room is shattered. Still, I see my eye's in that young
baby boy that hated a pure hate for everyone. That's my baby. Those eye's are mine. I would not have thought that the guilt of producing the child would wrap around to strangle me.
My story is long, but the father did not seem happy. That's why I felt useless and guilty. Lucrid Guilt Beckwith is my sons name.
If I fall, there's no one to catch me. Damn me, he is right. I opened my legs not thinking
and carried yet another demon to shatter my heart, my soul.
The chains are pulling harder. My bones are breaking, but I'm numbed from the biting
wind on my bared body. Will it hurt, to drown with my son, with my memories, with my happiness, with my...