Painful Memory

• Artist: Ty Gwynnia
• Description: Something I wrote that I might turn into a story later. It's about a girl (the talking one poem) and a boy (the one with the sword), the main character. This is from the girl's point of view, the story is the boy's point of view. The boy has a psychotic "other side" of himself that he calls Sin, or Zin sometimes. Sin kills people for his own personal reasons. The boy was fairly close to the girl, that is, until Sin managed to take over the boy's body . . . . (Details about this in my journal).
• Date: 07/12/2009
• Tags: poem girl painful memory

Poised like a viper, firelight glints on the point,
Of the tip of a sword, red my blood.
As I press myself against the ground, the rocks feel like knives,
The sword comes down, digging into the flesh of my side.
I grit my teeth with the pain, and lift my tired eyes up,
To the face I once knew, now after my life.
His usually soft smile, seems cruel and happy,
Maliciously saying everything, that his words cannot.
Raising my right hand up, I reach toward his face,
His heavy boot comes down, crushing the bones into the dirt.
The cold metal comes out, the pain flares for a second,
Memories flood my senses, then are whisked away by dread.
The blade arcs gracefully, my hand is weighed down with sudden force,
And in a way to prolong my death, it slips into my heart.
The pain overwhelms me, I don't even feel my hand,
As he leans down, his weight on it and his sword.
He reaches down with his free hand, to caress my cheek,
Whispering words I know to be true, "I'm sorry, my dear."
The blade slilips out, and the boot removed,
He fades from my view, as my lifeblood runs out.

Comments

[Ty Gwynnia]

Thanks.
You're the first one to comment on this. =D

[AndKayleeWasLike]

:O Oh my.
That poor girl...
After a few seconds, I started hurting. (Which is a good thing)
Its a good thing becuase you detailed it so well. (:
I give it a 5/5