Indecisiveness.
I’m looking down on your torso that’s heaving up and down under my calm eyeing. How lack of emotion suffocated you. My heart did this to you. Can’t find words for how proud I am of it.
The look in your eyes is pleading me to stop, but that suffering is so arousing it makes me dizzy. Your body is dirtied, colored by human weakness. How fragile those feelings of yours made you. I’m embarrassed for you.
Your soul slowly reaches out to mine, seeking forgiveness, calling out in regret. I shrug it off, my lips forming the words “too late”. You’re always too late with your excuses. I’ll call you Indecisiveness, for it is what you’re made of. Recall the decisions you never made?
And now, drawing your last breath, I should remind you. You are nothing but human. Not worth living for. And the last exhalation… a horrendous beauty… rest in shallow ponds of memories.
There are no us. Never were. And never will be. Sweet dreams, Indecisiveness.
