Her eyes stare into mine,
Forehead creasing with a line,
Searching my every crevice,
Is her one and only service.
She reaches for my hand,
And yet she will never understand,
Her death would bring a smile,
The weight lifted for one more mile.
The pressure builds within,
Popping with strike of pin,
Building once again,
Wasting blood and brain.
How could I live with this?
My life shoved amiss.
She showed me the way,
To her own bitterness and grey.
I stare back through her eyes,
Exposing my ruthless lies,
Stripping and tearing her up,
Pouring death’s final cup.
Her hand falls through my knife,
Bleeding away my fury and strife.
The last tear falls upon my breast,
Leaving her to a lengthy rest.
Blood and guilt soaked,
Her slicing always unprovoked.
My mind now weightless,
But never to be again,
stainless.
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Submission Name: Weightless
