Analysis of Betrayed Us.
The night felt dead, the silence suffocating with a sky starved of the moonlight's kiss, leaving the world in obsidian grey. Darkness draped over us like death's shroud and time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. There I stood in the dead of night, the scent of blood an unpleasant pleasure. I stood with a smile drawn across my face, a stark contrast to my clothes ensanguined.
A laugh erupted from my chest, breaking the grave like stillness of an eerie night. A wicked laugh akin to the devil, a sound so mephistophelean that it made the night tremble. But disbelief gnawed at my sanity as I struggled to comprehend the scene unfolding before me: my own friend holding a gun to my temple.
His tear-filled eyes trembled, fingers wrapped around the trigger like a desperate prayer. He felt sick as I peered into his eyes, dissecting the emotions that weighed on his heart. I could feel the trepidation, I could sense his fears. For once upon a time, when guns were a distant spectre, a time void of wars and armies, when nihilism was a tale found in the pages of imagination, our minds were at synch and there were only two of us, dreaming of a future we would create.
And now as he stood before me, his eyes like a desolate mirror reflected mine perfectly. There and then I had my epiphany, I was the one who betrayed us. I could barely recognize myself in the limelight of his eyes, I had become a creature devoid of a soul, darkness itself veiled in my image, I had become the very thing I swore to protect us from. How many had died in my course? how many more would die if I persist? Perhaps in my mania I would veer my world to chaos.
With a sad smile, I placed a finger before my forehead, "do it." I whispered, "release me from my misery." And I shut my eyes close, the tears streaming down my face. For I knew I wasn't going alone. I've seen his smile, his laugh, his tears, his frown but that one emotion, I had never seen before. Yet I knew exactly what it was. A black despondency,
'Pow,' A report of gunshot through the still night. The last thing I heard before darkness crept into the edges of my vision. In the end, I was the one who betrayed us.
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Metre | 0111010100101110111001001001101101111011111101111001110111101010111011011101101111 011011110011101110101010110100111111011010111110011101010101001111110011110 11111010101010101011111110111010001011111111001011111110101110010100111101011001011001010010101011010101111010101101 0111101111101001001011001011110100110110111110101001111110101001101100110110110101011110111110110111101111101010110011111110 1011110100111011110011111000111110110111111110100111111111111110101110101111010111010100 1001111011011110110101010111000111011011 |
Characters | 2,170 |
Words | 421 |
Sentences | 27 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 6 |
Letters per line (avg) | 281 |
Words per line (avg) | 68 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 281 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 68 |
About this poem
This is a short prose rather than a poem. When asked what would be your last words if your best friend pulled a gun to your head, this was what I pictured. To anyone reading this, I wonder what your answer would be.
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Written on May 01, 2024
Submitted by Lil_fortune on April 30, 2024
Modified by Lil_fortune on April 30, 2024
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