I wanted you to talk, to feel. Your silence is deafening, my mind grow tense at your constant staring. Unwavering cold eyes upon me. Unmoving, like the death that would soon befall should you choose to remain in your silent reverie.
I wanted you to speak, beg for your life before I decide to take it and toss it to the wind. My pen is ready, aiming to destroy your very existence until you are nothing but a shadow in the corners of my mind.
But I wanted you to choose. I wanted to buy you time if that is the last good thing I would have to do in this earth, the world I created. The world where you belong. You realize by now how generous I am. Yet as much as my generosity could take you to the next bend, my patience will become the last nail to your coffin for I have none of it. You should be grateful I am giving you time to make up your mind.
You only have two options: Speak now or forever hold your peace.
I wanted you to speak, beg for your life before I decide to take it and toss it to the wind. My pen is ready, aiming to destroy your very existence until you are nothing but a shadow in the corners of my mind.
But I wanted you to choose. I wanted to buy you time if that is the last good thing I would have to do in this earth, the world I created. The world where you belong. You realize by now how generous I am. Yet as much as my generosity could take you to the next bend, my patience will become the last nail to your coffin for I have none of it. You should be grateful I am giving you time to make up your mind.
You only have two options: Speak now or forever hold your peace.
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