Each Man Kills

"Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some do it with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword!"

Oscar Wilde, "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"

 

How can you kill

That which you love

When the pain

And the guilt

Would be too much

To bear?

 

How can you deny their happiness

For your own selfish needs?

 

How can you harm them

In any way

If you truly love them?

 

Let them revel in their ignorance

Until the day they see

All the pain they caused

 

Is that too cruel?

 

Can I do nothing right?!

 

It doesn't matter

I'll just slink

Back to my place

In the shadows

 

Cold

Alone

Wanting

Needing

Despairing

Searching

Hoping

Wishing

Dreaming

The End

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