Walking through some old thorns;

old, dead roses,

I see you there,

trapped.

I'm sorry for trapping you in my memories.

But I must keep you close.

You help me to keep going,

when things get rough on the outside.

The thorns suddenly grope your throat...

blood trickles down your neck.

I start to panic and grab at the thorns

... but the thorns seem to get tighter and tighter.

More blood slithers its way down your neck,

mine mixed with your's.

Yet, you don't seem to notice.

You just sit there,

looking at me with such innocent eyes.

I tug and pull,

but the thorns just get tighter still.

"let go!!" i scream.

"take me instead!" I cry out.

Nothing works.

Tears stream down my cheeks,

into the crook of my neck.

"Please!!"

My despair at losing you

is greater than anything that has torn me apart.

The thorns ease from your body...

I cry as your eyes seem to go dimmer...

and dimmer....

I hold you close,

"please, come back to me.... I love you!!"

My cry of despair was the last thing you heard.

If you heard it at all...

Now my heart is torn,

My soul...

Gone.

Because of me...

you are gone...

Because of me...

you are dead...

You are dead to me...

I never really wanted it....

but now my memories fade.

The thorns from the dead roses...

they are not mine...

my memories are a blur...

these are not my memories.

These are yours.

Your memories killed you...

it doesn't make sense.

But then I realize:

These are your memories,

so, I'm in your memories....

This is no nightmare of your's....

it is a dream...

Why would you want your memories to kill you?

Then, it hits me like ice cold water....

I shiver as I think,

I am your prisoner...

You are not mine....

I try to save you from the memories...

from your memories...

Only, it is I who needs saving....

...

...

I walk through more old thorns...

I see you sit there,

on such a smooth looking stone...

The thorns twitch as i walk closer to you....

I stop.

The thorns stop.

I move my foot slowly toward you.

The thorns move slowly toward you.

Then realization courses through my blood

with such harsh, cold swiftness...

my body became numb....

::This is my Hell::

Your eyes, that same innocent bliss filling them.

I long for your love;

your arms around me;

your lips against my own...

But I dare not go near you....

for my selfish desire will kill you...

the thorns are of my own making...

I made these thorns in your memories....

I look at you,

your eyes hold longing...

I almost go to you...

but I stop....

I cannot kill another...

I will refuse it...

so, I walk away.

My selfish desires grow thicker.

I will not kill you in your own memories....

...

...

...

I am so sorry for the silence between us.

I never meant for all that to happen.

I love you.

...

...

...

I am sorry for the confusion between us.

I did not want that to happen.

I am so sorry.

...

...

...

I am trapped in the silence of one.

I am trapped in the confusion of another.

I am trapped in two hells;

two deaths.