• I close my eyes, so as not to look at you, because i just dont want to know. I dont want to see your face. I dont want to see the life being stolen from your eyes. Your lips slowly turning pale, then blue. Your blue-grey eyes look up to me, as I open my coal black ones. Our eyes meet in your last moments of life, and i can see the sadness in them. See the wishing that this were not your last moment. The fear that you will never see the sun, your family, me, again. The tears start thick and fast, just as the last flicker of life leaves your scared eyes. The blood pouring from your slandering mouth soaks the ground on which you lay. I pick up your lifeless body, looking away. I hold it close, but feel no warmth, no grasp, no life. The knowledge of what ive done seeps into my mind and the gashes that your body is covered with seem too real. Its all just a dream right? Ill wake up tomarrow to see your mischeiviously smiling face, your beautiful grey-blue eyes meet my coal black ones. But no. I will never see you smile again, never see your face light up with a playfully troublesome idea. I look at your face only to have tears obstruct my vision. I hold your body desperately in my arms, trying to grasp any comfort. You'll wake up right? You have to! Wake up and face me! Tell me im the one thats done wrong, that im the one needing to be punished, not you, not the perfect fair skinned, raven haired, grey-blue eyed angel that i hold in my arms now. But the body of my angel is limp, and her pale lips are smeared with blood, her once white soul, stained with sins. My dearest sleeping beauty, I will give you a single kiss and you shall awaken, your soul cleansed, and your heart free, won't I? But i know it cannot be. I caress your stone cold face one last time, feeling for any pulse along your beautiful slender neck, but none is found. I kiss your angelic lips, but now they are a deathly, cold blue. I lay your body upon the ground and leave behind all of your sins. I turn to look one last time, and the body unto which your soul had been blessed, now looked as if just a casket, a prison for a soul. Goodbye my angel, my sinner, my love.