Black Friday was our setting.
Your room and shower, our stage.
You and I, the actors of our own decisions.
Don't you see? It's all a joke, let's laugh...we don't know what we're doing.
We lie to each other, that helps a little. Sometimes.

I don't like this...
Sitting next to you, I felt it...the distance of once.
A crumbled castle with the veneer of strength. Once so strong, now in scattered ruins.
A husk, empty of the seed that promised so much once.

I hate this...
My role, the executioner. The captor that never was.
I swing my ax and cut, slice, shred, rip my way through a warm mess.
I walk away, now done in pain and blood dripping red,dark, and empty.

This hurts...
Clawing through skin, muscle, bone...
You see, it wouldn't come with me, it demanded to stay and I yielded.
There, somewhere near you, I left it.

You won't notice it...
A bloodied heart, still beating for the soul it tried to heal.