To Ares (well, inspired anyway :P)

Your gaze fell on me like a cold cascade of effervescent raindrops, falling into my eyes with a cool splash. I wasn't sure how to read the emotions on your face, they were melded and weaved so perfectly into one facade, I would've been surprised if you could recognize them yourself.

The marble quality of your eyes degenerates into a liquid fire that assaults mine, and conjures up hidden emotions from years before. Once, this was how I felt all the time. Once, before I had you.

I suppose it would be appropriate for me to smile, but when you turn your back, I see no reason to embarass myself with meaningless gesture. Kindess is a poor mans' virtue. You taught me that.

I'm sitting on a bed of needles, but the pain doesn't seem to faze me. I merely feel a vaguely unpleasant, surreal tingling sensation, not at all unlike how it felt last time I was with you. I wonder absentmindedly if that's why I don't bother standing up. But this is a fleeting thought, and I am soon consumed by the sensation of a panging blankness in the pit of my stomach.

I'm not going to say it's like you took a piece of me with you when you left, because it wouldn't be true. I no longer exist. I feel as if I'm stuck on some random plain of existence with no chance for requite, no paroll for an offense I didn't commit. Sometimes, I remember the fire in your gaze, and think that this isn't so bad.

The only thing that makes this worse is the memories of happiness. I smile into this seeming darkness that surrounds me (I've lost the ability to tell if it's real or not) with a sort of half malice that frightens me. I wish I couldn't picture you as well as I can. It doesn't hurt, it just makes it harder for me to forget.

All at once I slip into the solitude and isolation that's surrounded me for the past month or so, or perhaps a year. I don't remember any more. I fancied I heard your voice, your footsteps following me. But I couldn't distinguish it from the pounding of my own heart.

The illusion shatters into a million peices, like a glass thrown in the heat of an arguement, and leaves me with splinters covering my body.

(sorry, bell ^_^)