"...why?" :by Keo:

[Keo]

you cut my hands
then watch them bleed
with this dazed look
I begin to believe the flow will never end

sometimes I pondered
on what would have happened
that one day
if I had not protected you
from yourself

the blade hit my skin
cut it
and made this crimson flow
but I saw you smile

your smile
so delicate,
so frail,
so harmless,
so kind,
so...
...cruel

I could not let you go
neither of us could
you pitied yourself
I pitied you
I loved you

and here I am now
half-dead and panting
struggling to stay alive

looking up I see it
that crazed smile
you lift the knife once more
and thrust it down
as I part my lips and whisper

whisper ever so softly

[i]"...why?"[/i]

and your world was painted crimson
while mine faded to black

yet the question rang in the air

[i]"...why?"[/i]
there was no reply

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note to self, never type up anything when exhausted/tired. Bad things come out...[/color]