What must it feel like?
To betray those that we thought we deeply loved?
What a terrible imprint on our souls.
Is it regret?
That is felt in the many years to follow?
Did we really mean to do it?
If we could turn back time,
To change the events of the past,
Would we?
And would we sacrifice anything and everything,
If that was the need?
To change?
Death,
Is but the next great adventure, they say.
And yet, we shy away from it as if it shows us pain.
Pain,
Can only be given,
If the living are the culprits and the dead are simply wondering why?
Why’d they do it?
They would try to ask us,
In a form of invisible physique.
But we would just ignore their cries,
Leaving them to ponder through their thoughts,
About the beings they once knew to trust.
They grow to haunt us,
When they don’t even realize,
That deep down we do care.
We just want to remain alone,
Speechless,
Showing our true selves, would only make it worse.
In due time, however,
We counter the clocks,
The golden device so small yet powerful to the world around our very necks.
The touch,
It sends energies that controls us,
For we have total dominance over what should be, to what will become.
We expect the outcome to be of success,
The sight of the lost,
Are very much alive.
We weren’t there,
The night they moved on,
But now it’s different.
We don’t leave their sides this time.
They don’t understand,
And they never will until it’s too late.
The stage that has parted us before,
Has returned for a second time,
But we have been forewarned.
The results are not pretty,
They never are,
But the evil has learned of the true betrayal at last.
And in return,
The one who had messed up originally,
But eventually made the correct modifications, is wept upon by their once upon a time lover.
The future was no more,
But the innocent lived on,
While the good at heart, passed on in peace.
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