My death will be a masterpiece,
Inglorious design,
Tear away the hope for peace,
The loss of all that's mine.

I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.

Dying love in a gilded cage,
Imprisoned by my pent up rage.
You never loved me, but neither did I,
The last gift you gave was the gift of goodbye.

My heart is a plaything
On a length of tattered string,
Batted at by paws
With unrestrained claws.

The body's still breathing, but I'm not quite alive,
A soul in standby, simply trying to survive.

This can't keep going.
The tears won't stop flowing.
The self-loathing is growing.
The façade has slipped, and the real me is showing.