BITTERSWEETNESS
He sat with his back to the world in a stiff leather chair.
Black as a raven's wing was his hair.
Oil and the mixing of flesh tingle one's sense.
Fiery eyes liquid with an expression dense,
Stare at the sweet blade with sharp delight.
He steadies his hand with all his might.
Mind racing with last minute thought,
He cuts his soul that was long ago bought.
His torment swiftly moves to the wrist,
His thoughts now only full of mist.
Pain endured but almost gone,
Final regrets all but throng.
Trickles of life flow to the ground,
To her he is no longer bound.
He knew what path lay before him,
It was dark, depressing, devious, and dim.
To heaven or hell he did not care,
For his love was no longer hers to share.
*****
Author's Note: Depressing, eh? 1/28/02
He sat with his back to the world in a stiff leather chair.
Black as a raven's wing was his hair.
Oil and the mixing of flesh tingle one's sense.
Fiery eyes liquid with an expression dense,
Stare at the sweet blade with sharp delight.
He steadies his hand with all his might.
Mind racing with last minute thought,
He cuts his soul that was long ago bought.
His torment swiftly moves to the wrist,
His thoughts now only full of mist.
Pain endured but almost gone,
Final regrets all but throng.
Trickles of life flow to the ground,
To her he is no longer bound.
He knew what path lay before him,
It was dark, depressing, devious, and dim.
To heaven or hell he did not care,
For his love was no longer hers to share.
*****
Author's Note: Depressing, eh? 1/28/02
