Still Not Sorry

You sit and stare at the blank wall. You remember that night. Sitting in the car talking to her. You were thinking to yourself how beautiful she was, how her eyes were more exquisite then the stars, how her skin, so smooth, slid across your arms. You could not help but want to kiss her. You stared seeing not the blank wall but constellations in her eyes. You attempt but she shatters your heart in a moment of total destruction with your emotions in the path. You feel nothing but the sweetness of of agony as it bitterly flows through your body. You drive home and watch as car after car tears through the street. You look at her and see nothing but beauty until the anguish clouds your vision. You look ahead as a car aproaches and your brain starts to churn. A maniacle grin slides across your face as you begin to turn the wheel. All you recall is the brakes screaming in combination with hers and in oposite of your evil laughs. You remember the sound of a doctors voice saying "she will die." You stare at the blank wall as as your brain begins to churn once more. You call for the orderley but she does not come. You look around at the other blank walls. You stand up wobling from side to side trying to keep your balance. You begin to gnaw at the straps which bind you. You slip out of this jacket you have grown oh so comfortable in. You run to the door but see no one. You atempt to break down the door but without prevail for the padding of the walls absorbs the shock. You glance down at your clothes and see a way out of this horror you must call home sweet home. You rip off your clothes in a blur of fury and madness. You tear them into strips and tie the end to end creating rope. You form knot after knot till finally it begins to take shape. You slide you wonderful art work around your neck as a grin once again takes its rightfull place on your face. You pull the tight and bring into existence an emence pain. You compare it to that of her emotionless destruction but it does not. You do not feel sorry for what you did as you slip from this world. You rise above all else and find her awaiting you ready to demolish you once again. You reach for her and grasp her as you begin to feel the dark lord pull you toward his kingdom of eternal pain. You remove her from the angelic place she ocupy's. You drag her into the deepest, darkest, coldest pit of hell and still feel her pain over your own. You glare at her as she sits in the darkness, cold and morbid, and yet still you feel no remorce for what you did.