Boiling in my bones is the desire to end this

I have listened as long as I can to my spirit as it calls out to you

The ceaseless siren wailing through the day and night

Keeping me restless and weary

My mind is littered with the bodies of my good intentions

This common response to heartbreak is unnerving

What have I allowed to take root in me?

Browbeaten, I surrendered to my grief

I mourned us over and again

I see how wrong I was to cry

To bend to the aching in my gut

Crawling like a pauper

Kneeling at your feet

The fairytale forged by a fraudulent prince

I never saw it coming

All you ever cared for was your crown

And how many times did I deny the darkness

and settle for the higher road?

The demons I slew to protect you

I should have fed them instead

Made them strong

Gave them freedom

… let them hunt you down

Madness suits me better than humility

I sip tea with the Hatter while my innocence decays

Fury fuels the fires I feared

But anger has its perks

I am impervious to your song

I will not hear your pleas

Hand in hand I walk with the night

The man I was and all his goodness I bury six feet deep

I mark his grave with my last tear

For the next time we meet it will not be he, but the monster you made that greets you

Next Chapter: The Final Picture