Day 2

Starting my journey alone wanting something to fill the void

I turn to watching other in love

But the love is fake; only to please the other

Not caring for the others life

If one was to die the other wouldn’t care I wanted the love caring or not but the fear grew

The blacker the blood became sprinting through my veins

The disappointment would be seen on its face

Tears would flow between me and them

They would mix together and form a puddle

Which I will drown myself in after this is over

Maybe in another place where my eternity lies it will be better

But I doubt it because where I’m heading is to a castle of black surrounded by a plash of blood