Lately.
I find that i like to find emphasis.
Like a map to refer to.
A number to call.
But now.
My compass is spoilt.
My map torn.
My phone dead.

Its like everyone has turned against me.
Leaving me to face the remains.
Abandoning at the edge of the earth.
All alone.

I try to search for your familiar smile.
The warmth.
The hug and kiss on my forehead.
Everything nice.
Then reality just stabbed me repeatedly.
Refusing to let me go.
Stabbed to his heart's desire.
Endless flow of blood.

I bleed and writhe in pain.
But it kicks me and slaps me.
Laughing at my sheer stupidity
and utter carelessness.
Well, I brought this upon myself.
So i can only look at it in the eye
and say I regret it.
That i am truly sorry and repentant.

All this, a test of faith?
Or just another puppet show.