Sad tale

Another voice broke in and I yearned it was you standing next to the opened

door. Shivering I, whispered your name. "Cassiopeia" echoed through the 

void. I've seen you come back now and then and now it's not something  I 

care to see but still, here I crawl. The room is so cold...My blood flows in  my 

veins, like tainted voices trying to escape. Weak, unable to hide the shame, 

with my eyes open wide, I await for whatever might come.

Hallucinations...of grief. But, I still can hear you breathing and now it's time for 

you to come in and join me in silence. So, here we are again. It's been a while,

right? You look...pale and...a bit haggard, yet alive. Your face...lugubrious....

What have you been through? For once, you do not pose a threat. In fact, I pity 

you, like you always did.

Nevermind, welcome back. I missed you so. I shall look weak, worn and tired.

No worries, it's just because I haven't slept a lot...but I wanted to stay awake, 

to see you. 

"Stop it" you cried, and a shroud covered your eyes, "..you're dying, your 

dreams fade, not one has left for you...and it shall not end until your death 

comes."

I know, I always knew. There were nights I woke up dizzy, shivering, almost

at the end of line, convinced I was deceased. Something scary, something 

creepy, what  had left was just eerie. I never claimed it would be easy, nor it 

would be a fad. In the age of time, life seems plain a mess. I shall expect the 

inevitable consequences of choices never made. 

Let it be you who will stab my back. No mercy at all and as I'll fade I'll bid 

you farewell. My grief will be yours.