Monday, January 12, 2009

Last letter, end note.

My Dearest Friends, 

May god forgive me for my weakness but I can't outrun the memories that haunt my soul. As each day passes my nightmares become more intoxicating. Now disappear is all i want to do. 

As years passed my memories began to fade until that fateful day when I saw my past in her eyes. I saw her there where i put her, where she left me. 

My past was killed. 

Until death she was conumed with fierce hatred. When I close my eyes to see her, her eyes look different from usual.

Burnt existance is what I feared,

That look in her eyes made it Clear.

Forever and ever.