A short story inspired in the songs' titles of Bullet For My Valentine not by default according fully to the lyrics...enjoy!
INTRO
You are by the shores, between the solitude of a street with nothing at all and the aeternity of the tides and waves leading to something unknown, something allmighty; right there you stand and contemplate up the mythical aethers at twillight, you wonder, with dry and silent tears, could you ever turn back from where you've just came and undo the sins. You blame yourself...indeed you're guilty for the cold-blooded horrific crime, not to flesh but to soul.
Where will you go? When will you cease the tender deceit and ill pleassure? The mindache burns your insides - the guts beneath your flesh burn and rash, cut and choke; the acid takes the stream and you feel how it devores every drop of blood, every inch of flesh, every sip of soul; the hghway of veins is drawn in your mind by pain though nothing at all ever happened, it's all about what you did, what you said, what you will never ever shut up, you unleashed a daemon and it coocks your guts wrapped by the escence of the yield you oughta offer...don't want it ah?, way to late, you crushed innocent hopes, your own self can't take it, pay!
Yet the clouds of storm haven't move at all, the pest you are is just something you now know...so you turn back, to your machine, with a company exchanged by moans and tears, into a road to nowhere.
