I died the day I met you, I died the day I fell in love with you and I´ve been dead a while now. And yet, you kill me everyday. You kill me every moment our eyes meet. You kill me with the hate I see. The hate I see in your eyes. You never commited a murder, I committed a suicide. It was not worth it. It simply wasn´t. I died for a bootless errand. I remain in the darkness, in a vacuum, an empty deserted void. Just me and my quiver full of arrows. Arrows that punctured my every self. Either way, the sun sets, only to rise again. And I wake up, just in time to die again.
So I came up with this piece this evening. It was originally meant to be a short poem ( Ive just started experimenting with poetry so please understand ) but since I have no poem editing tools, I just decided to make it a short text. I hope you loved it.