A cool sweeps through my limbs and core; A stillness. A reprieve.
Love and life are distant. My kingdom to hear the sound of a soul.
Rupture in my head; A man gazed at me, not only my face but a body whole. On he strode. Away from me; In a constant melancholy mode.
"A time to be free." A woman once said. "Is what it is to be dead."
And didn't I take her words to heart?
Why, why, why...
Rights and wrongs came from her lips, I sat as always attentive and ready to listen.
A person who was part of me. Who's mind or spirit were of mine; I paid none.
A glisten draws the eyes to the killer... She fell just as any would to a cruel slow demise.
A demon of life and that of death. That's what it's like... always, always. constant as time.
Rub out the images. Kill these memories that are mine! And yet still as silence, calm as death.
An angel waits to take also my last breath.