Evil me

I was shaking with fear at the sight of his blood and from the sound of his pain that came from his heart break.

I had the man, the joy of being in love. Everything was right at my finger tips, for me to cherish and hold on to forever. Unfortunately my anguish for victory, for something more than love and joy, had beat my guilt over the sick, twisted plan that I acted on. It was killing the only creature that had, delayed me from becoming the monster I truly am, my love.

I threw my angel away after an evil spirit rebuilt how my soul and mind operated. It pierced through my heart and shattered it into a million peices. Nothing was left, except the cracks of the destroyed structure, my heart.

Evil spirits had a soon consumed me and my every thoughts. No one could stop them since they were now a part of my inner soul and surrounded me.
No one knew, they said, don't keep looking back to what you never really had, they said, we are all you have now, they said in their disgusting voices.

I tried to make them stop, I tried to kill my will to live , before I could kill his, my angel's, but it was too late. Then, I realized something. I discovered this wasn't who I wanted or ever intended on being, but this was who I had been formed into, by the evil cast inside of me since birth.

I knew now what I must do, to end all the madness, I could no longer fight what I really knew all along. I needed to act before my new desires and motives took over, before they took the only sane part of me left, and before there was no longer a trace of me inside.
I did the deed and acted. I bled and bled, until there was no longer a me living.