Love; The Eyes of the Beholder

[Peepers]

"You were supposed to be our God of Death, why must you show any compassion?"

                                                    "Dispose of the heart you bare to the world. Death has no feelings."

"If you should so wish to cry your heart out, then perhaps it is best that be cut out entirely..."                               

"Please... No. I just wanted to-...!"         

Have you ever felt particularly hungry, yet never seem to find something you would crave? An empty feeling in your gut, and yet it's impossible to quell? That space in your chest that wishes for something to fill it, and thus you search for something, anything to replace the emptiness?

I searched. I think, anyway. I don't recall, not much. The world before me has been nothing, all colored in greys, blacks, and whites. Though I've tried to smile, and I have tried to be friendly, I am met with pleasantries and nothing more. I did not stand out. In fact, I appeared to have blended in so much that I was just another nameless face among the plethora of a sea of faces.

I was told that my expression was dead. Perhaps that was apt, even. I've remained so exhausted and tired despite the lack of anxiety truly running through me. It was so strange, being unable to rest. Night terrors plagued me, and yet I could never recall what they were. I would wake up with a start, unable to move, and yet I felt that it was wrong to be afraid. Why would I be afraid if I was like the dead?

...

Ah, but it changed, didn't it? I found something to actually be alive for, and it was in the most unlikely thing in the world. I found something to worship, and I found someone to adore. If for them I would need to carve this newly revived heart out, I would do so without hesitation. I've no fear for death, I've no fear for anything.

Nothing, except losing what gave me life.

For You I will dance, for You I will pray. For You, I will do whatever is needed.

Just please... Don't leave me. Don't abandon me once I've not lived up to a standard you don't have. Don't drop me down into a pit to be forgotten.

I beg you.