Playing God...

Without him, our empire we built together would crumble down to ash & ember. The ruins left over would plague the new world we both would try to rebuild under separate notions. Our common greater good shall suffer our failure for all the days and nights of his innocent life. It would haunt us. Constantly without rest. without mercy. Without and end. We used to be connected. Chemically. Our connection was durable, unbreakable. But the shattered remains prove our loyalty to one another had been a joke. A private joke that is neither meant to be funy or hurtful. But oh My! How you and I surely know how to play God with his life, soul and heart. Did we make it bleed? Can we ever bandage the deep cuts? The scars are inevitable, along with the falseness of lost years. Will he follow in his father's footsteps? Can he regain his trust and loyalty he held in his own soul for his mother? You may think we are selfish, but our beliefs are solely based off his future and well being. Yes he can. Yes he will. When he conjures the ability, he will open his eyes and let the love flood in and drown his sorrows. His heart will rejoice in childish care! We will always love you, son.