When Angels Deserve to Die
A lot harder than finding love is keeping it alive. And sometimes, a heartbreak is just that: a broken heart. For a friend who loved and lost.
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I don't think you trust,
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
(© System of a Down; Lyrics by: Tankian, Malakian)
In, my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my, self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Why have you forsaken me,
In your eyes forsaken me,
In your thoughts forsaken me,
In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
In my self righteous suicide,
I, cry, when angels deserve to die.
(© System of a Down; Lyrics by: Tankian, Malakian)
Dammit! Can’t you do one thing right?
What?
Look at this now. It’s all broken. You shoved it to the back of the platform. This is expensive crystal. I don’t know why I bother. You have no idea what its value is, do you?
Don’t be cruel darling. It was a mistake. Anyone could have done it.
I am gone for two days and the house is a mess. Is this how you lived before we got married?
You know pretty well how I lived before we got married.
Yes, and I still married you. What a fool I was.
Look, I will replace this. Okay? I have a huge deadline to meet. Once I am done, I will look for a replacement. Right?
No, not right. Nothing is right. I am sick, and I am tired. I am tired of running the house for both of us. I am tired of you having a blast while I slog in my office and then back home.
Look, you have gone on about this for sometime now. Can I go back to work? We will sort this out as soon as I mail this presentation to the head office.
F%*# Off!
It was the most unusual death. The man sat in the sofa chair, back erect, eyes glazed, all dressed up as if ready to go somewhere. And his face… his face was how heartbreak would look. There was pain in those still eyes, pain that must have been excruciating beyond the hurt of a heart that stopped working. On the table next to the sofa lay a beautifully packaged gift. The gift card had just one word on it: Sorry.
They found a letter on the floor. The letter was brief too. It said, “You make me sick.” Tied to it was a discarded wedding ring.
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