I look at the Executioner righ in the eyes, but I'm not looking at him. Though, through his bright gaze one can find wishes that now lie dead, I look deeply, while he rises his flaming sword, defiant. I sieze the few seconds I have left to talk, in private, with the dreams that I lost. In the depths of silence, a voice comes to me: is it her voice and desire's. With her comes many memories, some real some not, that ease off my heart and darken my mind. A lonely struggle against loneliness. My weapon is hope; my shield, cunning.
Day after day, I've suffered a great sorrow, an burdensome load, a terrible pain. Why do I suffer so much? I wasn't the first one to ask me that, ironically. I suffer for the first person that noticed my suffering, I suffer for the first person to feel what it's like to be me... I suffer because I wanna be with her. I yearn her warm, her breath and her company. I desire her because with her I can rise and carry on. Without her, I'm a lost arrow, a tree without fruits, a wingless bird. Incomplete. Damaged. Only she can fix me. And so I ask: why is she not with me? Does life give some trees the wrong apples?
The executioner isn't even looking at me, but he aims at my heart. Among the crowd, the yells and roars are strongly heard in a bloodlust rush. In my last moments, I turn my gaze, like a magnet, and fix my look onto that girl, that woman... My precious desire. Like a bolt, an undrinkable sadness enters my soul, and the thunder invades my mind in a dream. The last dream. Within it, we are together in love, and happiness pours from our smiles. There is no mistrust in our eyes, nor deceive in our words: only bliss.
I grasp this dream with my life, with my sadness and solitude, for they are the only things I have left, but the flaming sword swears no mercy and sinks into my long ago burned heart. And I fall without shedding tears, but still looking at her. Oh, she is so beautiful!. She has made me live a wonderful life of doom, and repeated nightmare of love, but without her... I'd had had not life at all.
-Dladesyx