Then Fall Caesar...

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 It wasn't the dagger that hurt...

It wasn't the pain, either.

It was the face....

The old familiar face,

That was suddenly a stranger.

The same old familiar face,

That stood behind my back...

Holding the dagger, stained with my blood.

It wasn't the wound that broke me...

It wasn't the bloodshed, either.

It was the face....

Cold and unfamiliar.

Strewn with lies...

Strewn with betrayal...

It was the face, that I had once loved.

The eyes, I had once trusted,

Mocked me with cold satisfaction...

Of defeating my entire being.

Of defeating my existance.

Of proving me wrong, in every way possible.

It wasn't the backstab, that killed me...

It wasn't the deception, either...

It was the one who deceived.

The one, I had trusted more than my own self

My friend....

My companion...

The one, I had always called my home,

And to whom, I had always been one.

And I let down my guard...

I just let it go.

I could have fought...

I could have shouted...

I could have tried...


But exhausted, as I was

Acceptance decided to speak....

"Et tu, Brute?

Then fall Caesar"





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