Intensity Amplified Tenfold

I have never felt such vicarious pain. I never thought it possible to sink  into the dark pools of anguish of others, fall deep into the well of their loathing. It is almost unreal, an illusion that taints the worrisome reality which we stumble over then and again as we make our way through the mine fields of life. Some say it's impossible to relate to those that have never been a part of your petty existence, or even those who have, because the circumstances never match up as identical puzzle pieces with different pictures to put together.

But tonight, I felt the pain. 

That desperate, unacceptable, insanity-ridden look in his eyes when she approached him, almost as disheveled and shaken by the events of the night. The over-brimming of the saline venom  in those bottomless pits of torment. It was just too much.

I've never known love so sincere, caring so deep, but the way she dragged her limp form into the room almost seemed as if she would collapse at his feet any moment. I was half-expecting her to drop to her knees at the door, giving in to the dismay and pulling her will out of herself, feeding it to him through her whimpers.

The compassion in his icy crystals reflected nothing of the frostbitten heart we all believed he had. The crease in his brow gave him the appearance of something he never has been, and maybe never will be although he might pretend for some times. But it's not pretending when your being choked by that rope that tugs your stomach up to your throat and wraps your thumper around your esophagus. That's exactly the anguished paleness he exhibited when she whipped around as he called her name before leaving the god-forsaken house they dwelled in. The instant crumbling of his shield, the cocky anger melting away in a nanosecond as he felt the disheartened sigh she let escape.

It's over, they think. I don't believe it. 

I don't want to. 

I don't want to give the evil one the power that everyone is dishing out as bloody, palpitating hearts right into her fangs. I'm not going to let her win. She can't. It's not possible in this world, the next, or the one that they are creating. The agony she's inflicting on every single one of the helpless rag dolls and the flesh-and-blood demons is reaching the threshold I'm willing to stand. She came back, from the ashes of the unwanted and the miserable cheaters, the burning liars and the deceptive thieves. The manipulation she has ruled her kingdom with will soon come to an end, because this is an impossibly mortal feat, although she is immortal. 


She will be defeated.

I don't care how. I don't care when. I don't care where.

It has to end tonight...