The final words of a mortal man
Propped beside his paper night stand.
The picture of her, clinched in his hand..
Memories of what they had done together
No longer even matter
Moments of togetherness tossed about to be scattered
So long ago, They are themselves tattered.
The wedding band, still attached to his very hand
Recollecting the sunsets in the sand
How that night he felt.. He was the only man
To ever embrace her, and hold her hand.
Every now and again life was more than he could handle
Many 'a nites he spent, being kept warm by just a candle.
Yet, She was gone.. spending her times.. fu(king.. right beneath the prince's mantle.
She was the one living a life of lavish spending
Never the one fixing her rags: mending
No more time to spend recuperating
His broken heart..
Stone from the start
He begins again
Hiding from the noose-man
The one asking how he feels
Running so far, so hard his skin peels..
Bringing with him only his ring
Holding close, the one thing
That stings..
It burns so much
Using his cold heart as a crutch
Wanting only one more time, to be able to retouch
her skin
for her to love him again.
Never more will he amount (to anything)
Never again, shall he stand stout.(to anyone)
Not even able to bring fourth a son
To carry on the heartache
Just so his heart can break
No one deserves this
Not even the loner- piece of shit
Not him, not anything.
Can be the lesser being than he.
Found the next week
A lonely sack of meat
Holding on to that one ring
The reason he found to sing
His wrist cut from stem to stern
Now I hope you find it your turn
Just this note, just for her.
I loved you.
But you never cared
Now when you sleep, I shall stare..
Into your eyes, make you cry
Into your heart, breaking you apart
I shall never leave you..
I swear it.
Your end shall come.
suicide. The most painfull kind,.. Life and Love.
JTS-08
My smile, is one gash away.
