To the End
By Ninth Lady
Goodbye...we are never to be complete again.
Goodbye...the wheels are already in motion.
Goodbye...the clocks will not lie.
Goodbye...the last hour is at hand.
Goodbye...I will not cry.
Goodbye...my selfishness will not keep you here.
Goodbye...breathe one last time.
Goodbye...my hands are already trembling.
Goodbye...nothing is left to say except-
Goodbye...you take the best of me with you.
A/N: A Fatal Frame II poem that focuses on the feelings of the twin that sacrifices her sister/ his brother. Doesn't really matter which.