Today I was injected with another syrnge filled with fake happiness.
I think that it is my lack of concentration and more importantly my
interest. He has infected me and the virus has never left. I am numb
to it but, it is rotting me inside out. Each injection that he pierces
my skin with just torments my illness and makes it that much more
unbearable and incurable. Now I beg for the morphine.
I am almost immune to the morphine he has provided. I fear he is
trying too hard to find the cure, but the cure lies within the killers
hands. He offers me the wrong bottle and smiles that wicked smile.
Should I take the poison and let caregiver be and move on? Or should I
just put myself in prolonged misery by taking the home made medicence?
That is what me killer wants but, maybe it would be for the best.
I reached for the poison that he held carelessly in his hand but, I
cringed back into my caregivers arms. I searched his eyes and looked
deep. In the darkness there was still a flame burning with intense
passion. I then realized that he is my panacea. He's the one. He has
been there for me, draining his life to save mine. He has kept my
heart beating, now it's time to repay him with my love. And for the
killer... He is dead to me now. There by making him dead to the world.
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