Slowly,and unknowingly it crept down his cheek,staining them.
As the heart beat,and pulse throbbed,each beat and throb carried pain and hurt beyond words.
Whoever said it won't hurt?It does,and it had to come while he was missing her..

Death when granted in a swift stroke,is a gift.
Death that comes slowly and painfully,leaves one begging for one lethal stroke.
Don't leave him hanging there as pain flows through each and every vein,
it hurts truly...