Death of a Poet Pt2

Poring like rain The sweat From my head As I light my last cigarette I wipe my eyes so I can see clear The last note I write to my dear. She must know why? Why the mad poet had to die But the voices are saying “Don’t do it” Others telling me I have to go through it I have chosen a side and ignore the opposition While I contemplate my final lying position Three leafs of paper that were scattered Because of the excess blood that splattered It had to crisp and white Everything perfect as I write: My dear love I know we cannot be together, Whether it is for a moment or forever I know in my heart that you truly loved me And that you said this pain will subside and I will be free It’s been a year since the last time I saw you The day when we agreed that we were through But since then I died My feeling I could not quench, or hide I ate to survive, I existed for the sake of it But… it has me beat It is not your fault and I hope you will forgive me For what I have put you through and hope you see Life does not exist without… my love I have to answer for the life I take to my God above Believe me, I have searched and could not find happiness When my heart has been filled with darkness The light that once shone was you and… you gone Know this our love was never wrong It was love as it intended itself to be Now I am done I cannot keep existing knowing you are not with me Your love The Mad Poet