We all know what lies behind the walls of deceit.
These are the thoughts that keep him awake.
He contemplates his fate.
He has to decide what it is he [bad word] wants.
An hour of pleasure, or [bad word] lives?
He has to decide.
He cant sever the voices, from his mind.
The Time......is now.
What is his choice, not what is his fate.
To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life, but hers too?
Seperate the time and place, he [bad word] to the end.
He holds onto false ideas of what makes a man.
He thinks no more about the love of another, he chooses to only satisfy himself.
Selfishness is not the word.
He has chosen, but he knows this is wrong.
He inserts........death for lust.
She grieves.
He knows better but chooses his path and now he must live with this.
She walks in, face like death.
She puts her hands around his weak and sweaty neck.
He's turned cold blue now.
There is blood and there's tears, for this occassion.
She can't sever the voices from her mind.