I can feel it creeping in. The end is here,

My last breath draws near.

So, sell my possessions, give away what else is left

Because you already sold me out and pawned my heart;

Your last act of theft.

Tell my folks I wish them well,

And that as parents, they did swell.

Mention to my sisters that I love them both,

And I watch as you claim that you loved me under oath.

Let my friends pick over my belongings,

Tell them to choose their longing.

Laugh about the good times with them,

As you all stand dressed in faded blacks and gray.

But please don’t forget to admit to them that you’re the reason

My soul is so far away.

This pen to paper routine is getting tiring.

Makes me vicious…

            Wanna scream

At the ink that has to flow in streams

For you to only hear me.

You’re killing me, stealing the life right out of my chest.

Hold my beating heart in your hands and I watch as you jest.

I write this will in my own blood,

Wishing I had ink to use, but you stole that too.

Where did things go wrong?

When do you become a killer?

Why didn’t I see it coming?