Day 4
I watched December enter chilled with an agenda to kill
Death at the center
It held it's hostage still
The future
Shaking
Eyes full of ill
Temptation a thrill
A gun
unstable
Once done
The present sun darkened
The stars cried
The eyes of eleven months now denied the prize of a life
Light dimmed at night
A rite
Fatal
Blood slowly spilled off the ritual table
He dropped the knife
Shocked
Paused
His breathing stopped
His heart no longer beating
lost of life cheating eternity from a date.
The wake awake
Sacrifice of the present state
Goodbye through the big brown eyes of my great suicide
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