Damaged

I look into her eyes, I mean they say the eyes are the windows to our souls right?. And I see nothing, all I see are soulless orbs swirling so deep, I fear I would be sucked in with it. They look like death its self, eyes as dark as midnight, looking so gruesome and so deadly I whimper.
  I can't believe I didn't notice this before. Didn't notice what a dangerous and unfeeling creature she is. She doesn't care, all the experiences, memories, adventures. They are all just a means to an end for her. They mean nothing to her dark twisted soul. She's the one the people whisper about. The Dark Queen. Lady Of The Night. And trust me, those are the tame ones.
   She who I gave my devotion and pledged my loyalty to, she who I saw a future with, she who looks at me now like am a piece of gum stuck to her foot, a piece of gum she can't wait to get rid of, like my very existence is a burden to her.
   I watch as she raises her blade to cut me and I can't even move, I don't want to. What's the point. I lost. I am already dead even before she kills me, I had been destroyed.
Ring!
I heard the sound of my alarm as I got up to prepare for the day. And I thought of her, the expressionless eyes, the dark soul. She who is me!

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