A Personal Farewell
And there I was suddenly,
staring at her pale, dead blue eyes.
“This is it, isn’t it?”
I asked her, but with no reply;
only a trembling in her lips.
Hysteria begins to overwhelm me –
I felt the cold, weight of that silver .45 press against my temple.
Here it comes;
she will finally be the finality of me.
Maybe this torture will cease now.
But what a fool I am! Ha!
She will never have mercy on me!
She will never pull that trigger for a coward she is!
I watch her gaze as it haunts my vision;
piercing into me as if to center that knife deep into my heart.
I see her pity for me,
so repulsively beautiful,
as it drips from her face.
“What are you waiting for?!” I screamed at her.
I hated her,
Oh, how I hated the woman who was a curse to my life!
A curse to life;
And I cannot live in a time where she wanders;
I cannot be attached to her anymore –
to her fears, to her dreams,
to her irrationality.
Her insanity is a parasite!
Oh, how she’s contagious!
Rip me from her, I plead!
And as that last droplet of sweat descends from my forehead,
tingling my skin in its warm mass,
I last her speak;
those haunting words that will imprint onto my soul -
“She is me.”
And that click of the silver marches quickly
as I fall so unforgivingly before that mirror.