An Unforgiveable Act

Can you hear me? Am I loud enough? Am I as loud as a banshee? Do I rattle your soul? You thought you could break me. You thought it would quench your darkness. But little did you know, this power you feel inside you, is not power, it's weakness.

As you continue your life, after you stole mine, know that every inconvenience is a message of strife. Some small, but pretty soon you'll see, you will never truly be of me.

I thought you were the one and that our love would never falter. Soon I would learn the sad truth, that your feelings for me I could never alter. You played the part, and oh how you played it well. Your lies well-thought-out, until you ran out of stories to tell. It seemed you were with me and could no longer hold your attention, whether another woman's love, the money, or strictly your affection.

It couldn't have been that easy to follow through, but then again I never became psychologically unhinged, like you. That night will forever reverberate through these walls, even if strangers can't feel it at all. You will be the living being that can tell our story, but in the end you would try to hide a truth so gory.

You took my belongings, sold them and you profit for selfish gain. All the while knowing full well you are causing nothing but pain. Pain is what I felt and pain is what they feel. Ah, yes, the family she has that you almost forgot. The people who wouldn't butt out because they sensed you were fraught.

No, I wasn't what you wanted, that became clear. But you felt stuck the longer I was near. Action had to be , losing freedom was your fear. you plotted and noted my habits and schedule, not for loving surprises but for something "accidental". You told them you tried to save me, but there was too much blood...oh, but if they knew what you had done.

As those of pure love and sorrow sought the truth for a peaceful morrow, your lies and tricks began to untangle. Instead of being free, you had more people to mislead. Family, friends, and total strangers came to my aid even after I was cremated. People asked more questions and you began to worry. Will they still believe you when you say you didn't hurt me?

Did you know that I'm the one that calls your name as you fall asleep? Or that I'm the one that leaves messages on the walls and counters that have been giving you the creeps? Oh, you pretend not to notice but oh how certainly clear, that you notice everything I do as your skin becomes white and virtually sheer.

Do you panic as you still feel me near? Because you know now that YOU hold the fear. You're spiraling into your own abyss as the fear rises. Life is not as simple after someone's planned demise. This isn't what you wanted and was not what you had planned, you say this to me every night when you startle awake by my hand.

Does it frighten you when I move objects around the house? Or more so when I make you feel as small as a mouse? Do my screams in the night make you wish you had not become so bold? Or is the grip of death starting to take hold? Silence can be deafening, and on occasion I let your own mind do it's work. It's a fascinating spectacle to behold you writhing from your mistakes, and I want you to know that this is not something that will end at daybreak.

You flinch at every noise I make and become more manic by the second. It seems you don't know how to process my activity, I reckon. You slip lower into madness with each knock on your bedroom door, how can you find the capacity to ignore. You pace and scream at what other's would see as nothingness, but you and I both know you are seeing my face and you are my witness.

Go ahead and continue to lie and hide, thinking this will all pass. Think that going out of town can help or your beer will make you feel less. There's no hiding from what you have done, and the familiar stench of death has you on the run.

I will tell you now that you no longer have time to choose, whether to come clean or leave all that you ever knew.....

I'm closing in on you.