the lost last words of yours, close my eyes like shutting doors
and I sit alone here.

i get tossed on open seas, sometimes knee deep in wet plea's
with dry eyed fears.

it's a vexing circumstance to be lame when asked to dance
evanescing as the other side premiers.

feeling the candles glow as it emits the heat of passions throes
and sputters as a wind appears.

ambiguity in daylight hours, shadows loom in massive towers
I pierce it like a spear.

I fall and stagger to my knees, choking on death's guarantees,
my life's red tears pools in a mere, I killed myself instead.