Its Captivating how (story)

by Chris Gross   Jan 30, 2010


I am here to tell you a story. A story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe the stark and utter horror of the night that she died.The emptiness will haunt you.
The depth of a man's soul can not be measured in a matter of meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only qualified by approximating to heaven and hell. I was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting into scenes of the sounds of laughter and drunken people playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat. I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.
The night sky feels as though it has never been darker. With the fleeding of the vengance compelling me I will attempt recollect myself and resume my chase. the ones I am chasing am I really chasing anything at all, or am I really simply drowing myself in revenge so avoiding the glorifying truth. I've lost the only thing that makes me feel truely alive. Are my hands responcible, or his? Who was he, is he the mad man who stood before me. I know i've seen his face before.
Her youthful flush color had drained much like the very blood from her veins on the very bed she lays. Such a fowl image for one to behold. But in some twisted way it only seemed that the answers were told in exquisite beauty. Laying there on the ground I have failed, once again I have let her down, my poor sweet girl. you trusted me you gave me your love and your soul. Now I fall to my knees a broken of a man. I feel pathedic and defeted and ill be with you again so very soon. the eyes of an angel lead me up there. "Sweetheart darling, turn around. Its me follow my voice, everything is going to be okay, my love... everything is going to be okay.. Its all over now"

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