There’s a decision that must be made tonight.
It’s a hard choice for anybody to make.
The woman with purple eyes wanted him to have that choice.
She would not say which was the right choice,
It was for him to decide so late into the night.
Could he fight his personal feelings and finally find peace?
Or is peace no longer an option?
It’s frightening and scary to see my own body,
I can’t believe I was butchered and slaughtered like a pig.
I can’t believe so much blood left my body.
It’s sickening to see all the stab wounds on my body.
I was brutally murdered in this alley,
And no one could save me.
Wait,
That’s not true at all.
Some people could have saved me from my pain and suffering,
But they just chose to watch.
They watched as I was crying,
They watched as I was losing the will to live,
They watched as I was begging for mercy,
They watched and did nothing about it,
They watched me slowly die.
The woman with purple eyes lets go of my hand,
And walks deeper into the alley.
I reach for her,
But she continues to move further and further away,
Until she suddenly stops
And has her arms wide open for me.
I’m realizing now that I have to make a choice.
I can go to her,
And be free from this terrible, dark world
And welcomed to paradise,
Or I can be brought back to life,
But do I really want to come back to this cruel place?
All alone late at night in the city,
Where nightmares are a reality for me.
An inescapable prison of my own making.
I decide to reject the woman with purple eyes,
And be brought back to life.
For I have unfinished business that I must attend to,
I need revenge,
I need to make them suffer like I did.
I need it more than anything,
And it’s the only way for me to move on.
The woman with purple eyes disappears,
And leaves me all alone and broken,
But I don’t care.
I don’t care about peace or freedom,
Nor do I care about the woman with purple eyes.
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