What We Know

The icy steel seems nice

the perfect balance,

just right

But is this right?

Is it too soon?

What would be?

What would be the hole I leave?

The words of grace

the pages of fate

The Last Stand

of something grand

The beauty I could see

has long left the eye

The shackles of old

were too great a weight

The broken soul

of pretty glass

was just a point

It would be quick

just one moment,

to end it all

to set me free... 1B