Fate within my hands

As I peer beyond the moon lit sky, I sense the fear within her eyes.

That fear of hope and colossal fate.
Rearing its sickness, with vengeance and hate.

Only to her, am I her only hope. To stop the terror that lies in her, and grab the death before she goes.

I am the one who must save her life. Before her fate, ends with a knife.

Or worse than that, a blown off head. To end her life as she lay dead.

I could only see now, her intentions were true. I seen the visions clearly, like a crystal clear moon.

The image of death ran through my mind. Escaping through its core and killing me blind.

This anger I feel inside, creeps without word. Her life lies in my hands as I stand here with her.

She gazes upon my look and takes a big deep breath. She tells me goodbye and ends it all, by leaping for her death.

A suicidal lost so fast, with so much ease. I could only stare with blindness and weep onto my knees.

Feeling the pain, which surges through me. In an instant thought, its comes so free.

I took the leap to join her place, where the dimensions crossed and I see her face.

At this moment I could plainly see, her truest self which flashed before me.

The person I never saw while we were still around. The person which hid within, as we communicated without a sound.

The plain expressions I thought I knew, were never there and were not true.

Holding each ,and every nerve. I broke down in torment, at thought I died for her.

I wanted to help but she ignore it with such pain. blocking out my words and concealing her game.

She wanted to die and that is all she thought. So she ended it all for death is what she got.