My Last Breath

Lay my arms acrossed my chest,

I'll rest for now,...dwelling.

Troubled...Tremored.

I want OUT!

Through your eyes I'm frozen & lifeless,

no soul...no tears.

Just a face, a mask.

Why drain my veins?

You aren't worth it!

Instead, a river of morphine and pills are to flood my existance.

Sweet sugary death.

Child, it's not suicide.

Merely a justified grave.

I was there for you,

my destiny fulfilled.

The note is on my inner thigh,

smeared with shame.

You used me, 

now I must use myself!

Strung out by a beatless heart.

Cursed as your companion, 

who loved.

In the end never received the well deserved three-fold.

My lover, look back at what you've done and commemorate!

Your poison, 

my wine.

I drink to the death of me.

Cheers,

to my last breath.

-Mary Moore

11/10/07