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Many men would have been
More than happy more content
Jack stared at his own reflection. He tried to swallow down the hatred and pain which threatened to suffocate him. There was nothing there anymore. He used to see a prince, an heir. All he could see now was a coward. A weak, pathetic coward.
But I'm at war with myself
Wrap the mirror someone else
-Crash- The shattered glass cut into his hand and the tears burnt behind his eyelids.
I cling to sorrow like I'm clinging to you
The only thing that I ever knew
“Joseph. Oh God.” Jack couldn’t support himself anymore and sunk down to the floor. He curled up around his bleeding hand and stopped fighting the overwhelming pain. His body convulsed, and every breath he drew only brought about a mouthful of air down his lungs. The small amounts of air were barely worth the pain it took to force it down.
Every beat of my heart is killing me slow
Love me to pieces
Deep in the dark I sleep with the ghost
Love me to pieces
He tried desperately to wrap his head around the fact that Joseph was gone. He would never be able to pull him close for another kiss, nor watch him as he slowly fell asleep late at night. He was gone. Dead. Buried. And it was all Jack’s fault. It was his fault for not letting his real emotions show. He was the one to push Joseph over the edge. Wonderful, incredible Joseph. Sweet and innocent Joseph. The only pure thing in his life, gone.
I go down with this ship
If that is madness so be it
We're together never alone
When I touch you turn to stone
Jack had made his decision. He didn’t care if everyone knew. To be honest, he wanted them to know. He wanted everyone to know that he’d been loved by someone like Joseph. And that Jack had loved him back. Joseph deserved that. He had wanted Jack to stand up for who he was, and so he should. There would be no more hiding.
I cling to sorrow like I'm clinging to you
The only thing that I ever knew
Jack tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He’d never felt as humiliated before, and that said a lot. His own father. The only thing he had ever asked of him was to be seen, to be loved. But the King had made the worst possible thing. The hole after Joseph was still a fresh wound, and when touched, it was ripped open. The tiniest reminder of him and his sacrifices, and Jack was bleeding.
Every beat of my heart is killing me slow
Love me to pieces
Deep in the dark I sleep with the ghost
Love me to pieces
He never thought there was a more severe punishment than death. For someone who was always scared of death, it seemed like the worst thing possible. What Jack hadn’t understood was that there is more than one way to kill a man. Take away what he loves, the air he breathe. Take away who he is, and leave him with nothing but a lie.
Every beat of my heart is killing me slow
Love me to pieces
Deep in the dark I sleep with the ghost
Love me to pieces
Every beat of my heart
Killing me slow
Love me to pieces
“Please, let me die.”