I oversee the the open grave of past revelations.
Taking heed not to disturb the vibrant life protruding from the ground.
I kneel down and toss a rare flower in the gaping crevase.
Bidding farewell to that life that never prospered anything.
Although, I shall not forget few plesant memories of the yore, but I shall never again ravage on the memories that did nothing but destroy.
Tears shed and I mourn; for that person was close to me.
I could not trust him though nor could any chain that I tried to bind him with hinder his actions.
He was me.
I look upon him as her lay peacefully.
Goodbye my old friend, my enemy, my demon.
I stand up and change my eyes to the beautiful hues of a new sky.
The sun is shining and I bask in him feeling his comforting touch.
I turn my back to the bottomless pit of anguish and the hands God fill the hole.
I walk out of the cemetary and I think to myself, " I made it out alive."
As the cemetary gates clasp togeather behind me.