I stare down at the enemy, or friend,
it lunges for me
it seems to give up,
but it lunges again.
Life?
No matter.
I gave that up a long time ago.
Love?
No matter.
No one loves me anymore.
Nature?
No matter
Nature holds no meaning for me.
There is one last gift I can give to this world.
The only thing I can give.
Why?
The reasons to stay here?
Nada.