Watching every motion

in that foolish lovers game

I become sick to my stomache

with the insanity of lovers lament

Seeing him with you

makes me want to take my breath away

as I hold the gleaming handle of

my treasured blade in my hand

blade facing me

As I contemplate life

and death

and the paths that both will bring me

What we had is shattered to the wind

and it will never return

So I take my own breathe away

for the last time.