Eternity

As the knife slips deeper my vision blurs,
Becomes red. The drops of crimson blood trickle
Through my hands and begin to pool on the
Floor. Pain, oh, the blinding pain.

Something seems to grasp at me with its icy fingers,
Tearing the flesh from my bones.
I felt his coming, heard his scythe scraping along
The floor. He came for me.

Pain and suffering shrouded in black,
A bone chilling touch and eternity held in his eyes.
To look upon this eternity means certain death,
Something I’ve done all to often.

He releases the blade of eternity from my quivering breast.
It falls from the hand of justice to the balance of the scales,
Beginning to swim in ruby pool of my guilt.
I am my executioner

Bony cold fingers close around my arm,
Dragging me under into eternity.
An eternity of hell,
An eternity I created.

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