Question

Lovers Death, My Suicide


Heart pounding heavily in my chest,
and hands bathed in warm crimson blood.
Alone in the corner of the room,
and my nights companion tied to the bed.

All I recall is the dinner we devoured,
hungry after a long days work.
Then heading towards the master bedroom,
To lay upon the silk sheets, on the solid oak bed.

I revisit the passionate dance we spun,
as the erotic pleasures moved us together.
And the sensuous touch of soft skin,
as we caressed one another affectionately.

Now I find myself stricken with fear,
questioning our encounter.
huddled obmutescent in my discovery
that I could perform such deeds.

Quivering and crying through guilt of my actions,
I laid the blade upon my shaking wrists.
taking one last look at beauty that once was,
pressing cold steel, deep through my veins.

In those moments I heard two constant notes
as I sat in silence staring blankly.
The sound of the ravens wings beating,
synchronous with my pounding heart.

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