Made deals with demons for you. Shot down angels for you. Wasn't enough, never enough. You wanted an apple pie life for me. How could I? I had to look after you. My only job was to keep you safe. I've let you down, like always. What kind of person am I? To let you break from my grasp, let you deep into destruction. I let you fall. I will always chase after you. Even to the infernal pit, so that's where I will follow you brother. Fireworks used to blaze in our names. Now, the spark ceases to remain...
by © Eleanor Brayshaw (0)
Hautlieu School, Jersey
Competition - Mini Monologues
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