kiss of death...
it burns inside...the lies, the hurt, the regret. I feel it all consume me. Why fight? I'm never gonna find who I am. I'll never be the same. The truth I needed to find and now I'm lost within the horror of the truth. I cannot return to who I was, that person is surely dead. I sleep on the doormat, waiting to be taken in, a stray of the streets. I have no allies, no family. Could this be where I was meant to be? Could this be all I'll ever be? I say I don't care but I lie. This hatred slowly consumes my mind. And if I was to take that final step, would I be mourned by all those that I left behind? I doubt there's love in this life, I doubt myself. Living is regretting all I've put aside. Shove it down a little further and throw away my pride. The glimmering blade of the knife shines in my eye, the cold hard steel is the remedy to the shallow loneliness of my nightmares. Say it isn't true, say it won't be so. I think I've always known, known that it would come to this. A kiss of death awaits me, your kiss of death betrays me.
-L.W.