Here you stand seething with guilt.

Silence only justifies this act of cowardice.

The look stapled on your face cries out for forgiveness,

the one thing that I cannot give you.



(Did you ever see that one person

and the way they do these things

and it hurts so much it's like choking.. choking?)



I can give you freedom from your guilt,

with a flick of my wrist onto yours.

I can give you peace of mind with a forced smile.



I can give you death with the look upon my face.



This is your freedom in a life of fallacy,

with no last kiss