Suicide

Behold the sadness in his eyes, hear the sobbing, wracking cries, now see his soul so ripped asunder, his loneliness quakes like blackened thunder. She'd warned him as they'd gone to bed, one day he'd come home and find her dead, he'd found the note tacked to the door, and knew at once she was no more. Chaos came with lights and sirens, toughened men with hearts of iron, breaking down the bathroom door, found her lying on the floor. His grief was so immense in time, I knew that he had lost his mind, His twisted mind conceived a plan, and thus the end of time began. Now years and years and years have passed, my life just seems to last and last, the pain is like a knife blade honed, each day it twists against my bones. I've lived my life lost in a fugue, apathy my presiding mood, I view my life from far away, like watching a long and boring play. He look his life, but had no clue that he had taken my life, too. I live each day and breathe each breath, a zombie just awaiting death.