Perpetual Agony

 

    The point of your sword
    Rests gently against the hollow base
    Of my throat
    After an eternity of quarrel and defeat
    Domination and submission
    Sex and brutality
    The cycle is everlasting
    Yet somehow you have managed
    To discover the heinous act
    Of destroying your greatest friend
    Your faithful lover
    Your compassionate kin
    Your worst enemy;
    We have gone through all that we did
    For a sadistic victory;
    One that was never fought for, or won;
    But stolen
    You cheated Fate
    Locked it behind bars
    And threw the key into an abyss of despair;
    A sea of damned souls bent on vengeance;
    Whose destiny is to forevermore guard the one thing
    That could set me free
    My mirror
    No clarity comes from my reflection
    For all I can see now is a monster
    And however loud I might scream, no one
    Will hear me, for the war you have started
    Due to my capture, everything that once
    Grew in the light, now broods in darkness
    I scream and hit my reflection
    As the glass breaks, I accept my fate with dignity.
    The sword at my throat
    Is nothing more than everything I caused.
    I thrust the shard of glass in my neck to its breaking point,
    Yet I feel no pain.
    It would not be so bad, I thought,
    Smiling maniacally at the sight of my lifeblood
    Pouring through my fingers;
    For my perpetual agony has finally ceased
    To exist.