Visions of him start to smear

as she looks into his eyes

His pain and screams a mystery to her

and all she sees is lies



He paid for this when her hatred grew

Not in gold or silver, but in life

in the currency of blood

into the purse of her knife



Once the image of an angel

now an incubus, most foul

Thinking back on her tears

she fails to notice his agonizing howls



And she sighs



Hands sticky

brow cold

Heart breaking

and it's all getting old



The moment has passed

and she sees what she has done

The light in his eyes dims

and then he is gone



She sits down beside him

feeling warmth for the first time in years

Loosing control of tendons

Too numb to feel her own tears



Her love ran beneath them

like a sea of red regret

as she stroked his hair and closed her eyes

and kissed the lips of death