My dark times

[Drek]

It hurt

He dropped her.
She slipped away.
She escaped.
She left him.
He was alone...
He was left alone with sickness
confused
crushed,
halved in two...
Redness
blueness
under eye bags,
broken glasses...
He was floating alone
sad and lonely
he was a sad willow tree in the dark.
Wet
the moisture was killing him
the tears,
he paid the mistakes expensive,
he was falling...
His fall was endless
sinking into shapeless emptiness.
It hurt him too much.
It hurt him
he prayed to god and all the saints.
He prayed for forgiveness
consolation
rest
long,
the longest,
eternal...
For him there was no answer,
there was no sense,
there was no help...
Slowly he was giving away,
he was losing the earth,
the gravity,
the strength,
the balance,
more and more,
more often in drunkenness he was drowning...
Alone on his own,
alone with his own,
alone in the drunkenness...
She left
that was all.
He released himself from the demons,
fears,
pains...
It hurt him goddamned too much,
He saved his soul,
released his body,
maybe the act was bad,
but he threw the dead body,
He freed himself...
He didn't said a word anymore,
just left...
He lost himself in coldness of the night,
sank into the embrace of death,
she was dead...
It hurt him too much,
for salvation of his soul he prayed,
horrified in drunkenness,
more and more he sank..
Cried,
regretted,
the mistakes he was cursing,
in deeper horrors he fell,
he made mistakes more often,
he was waiting the death,
he sought,
he called,
sincerely he desired...
He felt pain,
it hurt him too much,
morally disabled,
emotionally dead,
he couldn't stand anymore,
he hugged her,
and joined her,
to her cold feet he surrendered,
HE FELL ASLEEP BESIDE HER!