Not quite there
My eyelids frozen
Scared awake by the path I’ve chosen
Cold steel gleaming in my hand
Wet with blood and fear again

The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way

Almost content
With passing fancy
In my hand the cup of poison
A long drink and my lips are moistened

Almost awake
Breaths collapsing quickly
Hands choke her white
She’s pale and sickly
Destruction possessed by my fingers
Crushing grip intent to linger

The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way

Almost content
The fantasy smolders
All the while
My heart grows colder

Eyes wide open
Anger growing
Rope pulls tightly
Breathing slowing
She dies silent and alone
Her pain was ended long ago

The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way

Almost content
I’m cold and older
The fire in my eyes
No longer smolders

Lucidity is now my friend
She’s by my side
The killings end
Wide awake and hate departed
Too bad it’s come
After the killing started

The world passes slowly beneath my feet
Death won’t come quickly this way