Ready to sign the death warrant
Ready to burn the entire forest with a large flaming torch and watch the enchanted city glow in red and orange spotlights only to slow to an end in black ashes
Ready to throw that infuriating pillar down and shatter it into countless pieces across the floor
Ready to rip apart that old rugged cloth and listen to its strands protest and cry out in agony
Ready to take up the sword and stab through the contents and let the insides run to flush out its life and disgust
Ready to blow out that dreaded candle lighting up the silent room forgotten down the hall
Ready to stop the trails of red from running down the wall
Ready to turn off the switch and save
Ready to simply erase it all
Ready to say goodbye.
Ready to say goodbye.
~ March 29, 2011
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