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As I opened myself once more to try and mend the days long past I found myself stairing into her dark eyes once more. The firey burn of brown now looms in my thoughts not only from past but now present till future. I screamed of angels becoming demons loudly with my shattered soul childishly thinking one would truly shed a light where there is only darkness. I was sadly mistaken by my hearts lie to love once more. My eyes lack the tears I so desperatly need to begin my path to mending the darkness she has left for me. It was but bitter sweet that she came here to go. An impact that was quick and deep, like the final blow in a long ardous battle. The cold steel sits in one worrier much like the pain brought on by the angels that pump the blood of demons.
I've loved and lost to much to call myself anything but a broken man. I feel not a single thing past empty for how can one not shed tears after such pain? Chances are given by the strong and kind. I am neither. There will be no forgiveness passed on by my hands, only the bitter hate toward the ones that have hacked me piece by piece. I have made the mistake far too many times to ever search again. I will stay with what I have now that makes me happy. If I may open up further down my road then I shall rewrite my story. Till then I have what I need to write the pages and walk the path right in my hands.
We can never know what path one might choose for themselves. we must watch them carve a path for their own life wether for better or worse on our part. we can only hope we aren't being children in our beliefs for them to do what we think would be tried and true.