Blood dangles from a sharpened cut,

As I step closer off the grass.

Pain seeps in like an abused mutt,

I would’ve stayed if you’d asked.

One foot goes before the other,

Wind of darkness freezes my pores.

My love cries in secret and I’m undercover,

Past fading like a tested sore.

The darkness of moon has my back,

As I shield my actions from its face.

Whoever knew the moon shone black?

Like the depressed, it hides from this place.

Salty air deserts my waving throat,

I’m forced to tip over the final edge.

Life isn’t sacred as one could connote,

Blood sours my tongue, falling over the ledge.

I’m falling…falling into the drowning zone,

Not feeling the courage I had to fall.

Ice shoots my veins like an army drone,

Deny the aware with no final call.

A floating corpse brings flowers to a grave,

A living body brings hatred to the living.

I don’t want to survive like a working class slave,

This is the final journey because life is unforgiving.