Part III

Stars in the night, sculpture of light
Reminding me of the black in white
The soul of shame, the broken game
There's no where else to shift the blame

And its over, I don't know her
Blood pressure slowly falling lower
Cause in the end, I had a friend
Who's tattered heart I could not mend

Suicide quickly took my sanity
Blood running down the vanity
Leaning over sworn humanity
Shouting out more profanity

"Can he die?", I asked in cry
Entering deeper into the lie
"No he can't!", I further rant
Starting to hear the voices chant

"Break him
Kill him
You save him now!

Bloodlust
Disgust
You don't know how!"

Their whispering chant is faster still
They say be killed or make myself kill
But I cannot stop my friend by force
I try to speak but my voice is hoarse

"Help... me..." I try to shout
But my voice just won't come out
I stand and watch as in he stabs
Poisoned blade into his abs

Naked body falls to the floor
My mind just cannot take anymore
Out my voice shouts in cries
Tears of fear falling from my eyes

The worst has happened
Nothing to do
I say my last words
"I'll do it for you"

Blade in hand I thrust it deep
Watching it even further creep
Eyes shut tight, body sore
One last thought, I'm no more

Footnotes: Dear reader, whom may question my reasoning for releasing this as three separate poems, I must admit... it is because this series has no name, has no completion. It is a series of poems missing fragments, and hence, are so separate, that to include them into one "Set" of poems, would be to say they are... in their entirety. They are not. They are incomplete, missing most of the story to be told, to be left to you, oh reader, whom is... free to use them as inspiration for anything you please, from criticism, to perhaps your own story based of the very barebones plot provided by the incomplete nature of "Parts I, II, and III", the separate entities that can be taken together, or broken apart, and neither way feel anymore complete than they already are.