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Another piece inspired by @m1d-45. I have normally have great impulse control unless it's writing. Then this happens.
Instincts honed
Through years of wear
It has led them well
When their heart was torn
And their mind in shambles
So why?
Why is it now
That they fail to listen?
It pulls back
Desperate to get away
To plead for forgiveness
For ignorance and arrogance
They do not listen
Not this time
Emotions surge
As their heart thunders
Their mind races
Ignoring the sirens that blare
They raise their blade
Even as something
Someone?
In the back of their head howls
The weapon plunges
Sinking into soft flesh
The thud of a guillotine
A hasty execution
It is a graceless death
That prickles their skin
As a sense of wrongness settles
Something is not right
When they fall to their knees?
Why were they trying to heal the dead?
Why did their soul ache?
Why does it feel so wrong?
Oh.
What have they done?