• Finally, an answer that satiates
    A deathly solution,
    A mirror'd timeline.
    Don't test my faith,
    Don't shake my certainty;
    This is just how it goes,
    I know.
    Death comes easily,
    That would never be the hard part,
    That last shaky, shuddering breath,
    Ripped from my ribcage,
    Oh, so simple to accomplish;
    The loss of all concious thought,
    A miracle, oh,
    What a relief;
    And still, to see the effect,
    Or however, lack of, on your face,
    Nearly kills me by itself.