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broken by love.

By: JL reaper

Page 1, A man is tormented by the mistakes of his past.

Bound

I lay in chains, desperate to escape the darkness that is my life. Every day, of every hour, of every minute, I am confined, Confined to this miserable excuse of existence. Love is not a trait of which I know, nor is passion or joy. An empty void is all I am, an empty shell with no pride. Not ever sense I sold my soul to that demon of the night, that evil shadow that has cursed me to live a stray. Praying will not aid me, no man shall save me. I am bound.

  When I awake I see her face, that cold soul shattering face of evil. Oh why did I allow myself to be chained to her, why do I stay? Why do I allow myself to be cast away into the realm of misery, that realm where mercy is no where to be found, that realm where I am bound. I am sick, so very sick of this meaningless, troublesome, miserable battle with my inner emotions.

  Nothing is what it seems. Beauty is not what I received. She was lovely, and she was innocent. She was everything that I never had, and still fail to grasp. When I took that hand, that charming hand, I was forever cursed. The devil hid behind her smile, beyond that lovely white dress which she wore.

  I am bound, I am torn, and I am broken. Love has not been kind to me. It has shattered my heart. When I awake I see her face, that angelic face, which has killed me, which never cared for me. I cannot leave, I cannot leave this place of sorrow. She is calling me now, calling me to come, but she is too late, for I am bound, bound to die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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