As If It Would Matter

A/N: Most of my stuff is sad anymore. Call this dark period what you will but I'm trying to destroy my ghosts as it were. My ghosts are real people that have caused hurt. They have their problems I know. The slightest thing can damage my heart. The only healing agent I have is the four people and their not who they think they are.

A shuddering breath
A throb of pain
Clouding of white spots
Dance before the eyes
Darkness claimes the sight
Would you care?
Not like it would matter anyway.
It's to late to be saved.
The suddering breath ceases.
No one will cry
Only one will hurt.
Tears of hurt are shed.
There isn't a way.
This is the final contract
The final breath.
All functions cease
The hand drops from the faint attempt at love
No more tears were shed
As if it would matter,
This is the end.
The Final Breath.