Slowly, slowly I reached for the cup. Why oh why was I doing this? I didn't know. Surely I had a reason But I didn't. Not understanding Not forgiving It's all just revenge right? The revenge of a soul. To know that one persons death would be revenged To know I would live in peace without that on my consicionce But no It was all too perfect. It wasn't real It couldn't be real A week ago they were alive I could see them I could touch them I could hear them Now stealing this. The only way to repay what was lost The only way to clear the un-clearable This cup. This diamond encrested cup This was my life line This would pay for the death of the one who killed them Who killed my family The only ones I truly love They weren't apart of this They NEVER were apart of this did they know? Did they know I would go this far to avenge them? Surely they did. Fingers almost grasping this object This object of desire . This object of despair. It was all to unreal...