Eyes Can Betray Ones TrustA Chapter by Carmen
Blood had stained my hands centuries ago, this abandoned rotten place. It is not one's heart to break easily, but if one must snap he must change with the tides. Along with the blood and stench, he barres the changes of life.
This cell, I have been kept here. How long has it been since I left? Ten year, I guess. Yet not a single pair of hands have given me warmth of those of a mother. Mother, are you there? I am not innocent, yet my hand contains those blood seeped inside my soul. My finger laced around the cold iron walls of the frost mourn halls. Everything could be heard from mourn to anger, yet here I am changed with fate itself. Here I am to rot with the miser I befall on myself. Break one advantage and give life to another. Hear I am, break these gate. Yet, with all these murders I've been convicted of, I will not leave until this soul has left me empty. Mourn these tears of other, while enable them to seep inside my frost heart. I won't allow it until this day ends, maybe it is time. Free myself from this guilt, burn these scar I carry on with my life.
Moments seem to pass in a instant, but I'm out. Mist damped the sea with tears, nothing has changed. Chill burns with the morning, rips the warmth off the pale lamps of streets. While days could go by, no one would understand. I am a criminal, these blood tied chains has been released, yet I will not move on. Here I am, with a cold frost. Mother, isn't here anymore. Till mother comes and pick me up, I will be long gone. The young innocent child she had, is lost between countless bloodshed. All for what price, to never see mother again, even in the next world. I am a restless undead. These chains have never bounded my hands tighter then it should have been. These hands has caused tears and fear throughout ones mind before. All under the rules of never seeing mother again. Where is she? Up there, but here I am. Stuck, the restless with emotions fading as day passed. All under the names of murder. If only mist should be cleared will a sunny day appear before me. Yet under the names of sun, there is always that tint of shadow behind.
Pale white check, had never bared their skin deep. Eyes have never been covered with a shadowy outline. My name is no other then Kenneth. Shall I abandoned this name with a new beginning, but under this name hides the deep shadows of luck under it. With this luck will the blood shed begin again. No, I tell myself. As if one could understand, the mist that burns the heat off your lung, flares. These pathways has never changed, they all lead the same way. Still as if it was yesterday, I could remember where mother would greet me, but she isn't here. The humid air that surround me, has urge me to trace my steps back there, but the use are zero. Mother's love, was a god blessing, but yet I can't reach there anymore. My autumn crisp hair, messy, but not to long. Its been a while, I want to reach your doorstep, mother. Yet, the only one who can forgive me is you, and I am the one who lost you, mother will you be the one who doesn't forgive me this time? Where is home, when it is without you?
Walking into the door of memories, halls of a family, I can imagine a younger version of myself soaking into your arms, embracing you as if you were the only thing I have. Father, where is he? Long gone, but my mind just played tricks on me when I was young. What did mother do? To tell a tainted lie in my head, I was clueless only to embrace ones love. I was ruined, I didn't recognized what I had, but she will forgive me, right? I am her child, she loves me, doesn't she? Yes, I tell myself. Still as if it was yesterday, I sit near the fire place, setting it upon I can feel the heat arising. Still dusty, it hadn't changed. Only pain could be seen through the wood, pure hearts being teared apart. It hadn't changed, mother. Tears don't stain my checks, but the fire that burnt her memories of torture to me. I want to get away, but I know she with me in my heart. My hands are tainted still with blood that can't be washed, but tainted to the mere soul. Mother, I can feel her warmth, but she is no longer here. "Mother." The fire that danced around, with a blazed light. Warmth, carry throughout the wood.
© 2011 Carmen
Added on December 9, 2011
Last Updated on December 9, 2011
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