Self Defeat
He looked at me with so much passion stinging in his eyes, yet a face so beautiful like a whispering goodbye. His delicate body, quivering in front of mine. I saw his veins like rivers flowing through the canyons in my mind. Goosebumps ran like mountain ranges over the valley of his skin and his hands trembled as his soul slightly shook and cried the most fragile weep from within. And finally his body gave way and he collapsed into my arms only to reveal an empty pill bottle; an egotistically heroic self defeat against a life long battle of self harm.
