For me, Always represents a defiance for the world that I was feeling when I was about 17 and a half years old. Previously I had felt very lost and at times quite sure that the world was out to get me. (See Me, myself but not I for that) — Always was written as I started to realise that no matter what the world threw at me, I would survive.
Always
Slowly the handle turned the gears. The mechanism seemed to scream,
like the release of thousands of tortured souls
So far so good" he thought, his smooth strong hands gripping the
sides of the chair.
"Plink, Plink, Fizz!"
"Soon be over" was all he heard as he slowly, gently, bowed his
head. It seemed an eternity, his nostrils began to tingle, "What was
that smell?" Dirt on the playing fields? Or, perhaps, the smell of his
love. He raised his head. Through the glass, there, hand pressed up
against the barrier, a single tear rolling slowly down that worry-worn
face. He raised his hand to match that of his partner and slowly they
said "Goodbye", silently, perfectly synchronised.
"I love you" he mouthed, his head feeling light.
"Always Together..." came the reply.
With that they placed their hands back on their respective chairs and
bowed their heads, together, they glanced one more at their only
loves' and, together, their opened their mouths, inhaling
deeply. Together, they exhaled their last breath, perfectly
synchronised, as though two the bodies were under one consciousness,
they expired, together, inseparable, as their captor placed two small
marks in a log book. Two more non-conformists executed for the common
good.
The executioner returned home to his faithful wife and, as he lay in
bed, he thought of those two, who at the end were but one person,
united in defeat, yet victorious, now living on in defiance of
society, in the mind of their very murderer...
Together...
Always...