Cold Blood

I knew the day that when

Fate whispered into my ear,

I had truly disappeared.

I tried hard to deny

my existence,

but harsh fate embraced me

and told me to let my life go.

 

“Your curse is to make

those you love suffer,”

she whispered sweetly,

savoring my apparent terror.

“To make them cry.”

 

I knew there was no other path.

I had chosen my fate long ago,

and now the sweet Lady herself

had come to collect.

 

Your curse,

my curse,

is never to feel.

And if I could whisper

to tell you the truth,

you would cry, too.

I am nothing.

I am a monster.

 

Cold blood would be spilled

because of the chaos I have created.

Because I can’t feel

(though I wish to),

my heart has been taken

by Lady Fate to pay the

price for wishful thinking.

The cold blood that runs

through these veins was

once warm and alive.

Now I remain frozen

within myself.

 

My curse,

your curse,

is all the same

in the end.

Nothing but chaos,

nothing but murder

and nothing but

cold blood.

Reviews

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Such a powerful write, so full of strong emotions.
This write is kind of sad really, but well presented.