Final Wishes

There had been very little that I had valued in life. Love was one of them. Born with a heart of stone and a tongue of acid I was my own Mothers downfall. But where I am now, looking from the outside, I can see that not only did I fail in my life but I am failing in Death also. There were no bright lights for me, no chorus of angels or my Mothers waiting hand. I stood on the brink of Life and Death. I exsisted in the In Between; a cold fragment of life that I was allowed to grasp. So long I have been waiting to see which way I would fall; backwards into the waiting, ever empty Darkness known as Oblivion or forwards into the Warmth. But you see the thing is with souls like mine we are the Undecided. The ones Heaven does not want for the evil we have caused but we have done enough good so that we may not enter the fire pits of Hell. If Heaven and Hell are real because I see nothing. Only the world exsisting without me.

You though. You have everything to live for. And I apologise for not loving you the way I should have. How cruel that it is Death that finally made me realise how much my heart of stone had cracked. That the armour I was born with was fading away with each tear I shed for you. But that is irrelivant now. You need to move on and I will wait, here in the In Between until the day that I see you leave, the day I see your life leave and your Soul set free. Then, and only then, shall I come to you again. I hope our second life will allow me to be the person I should have been to you. Your time is not now however so I ask you please:

Lay down the knife.

Please.....