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I write this for you

To tell you that I'm through

I write this to say

I can't live this way

I write to say I've reached the end

A letter I'll never send

I draw the curtains closed

Shutting down my window

Let no light expose

I drape the rope around

My neck I make no sound

Silent and resolute

I tie one end of the rope

To the last shred of hope

And I cast the other end

Toward the stars above

I seek solace in the shroud of sky

Climbing to the constellations

To throw myself from the highest star

The last vestige of hope

Hangs at the end of this rope

And there's no going back on this now

A silent vision outside my window

She beckons me

I climb to her open arms she dwells above the stars

The last vestige of hope

Choked at the end of this rope

And I'm leaving this all behind

Is she my mother?

My daughter?

The love I leave behind?

Is she my guardian angel?

She disrobes, shedding stars

Owls, bats and moths flow past me

And disappear in the ink of night

Fluttering garments like feathered wings

A single moth remains

Drawn to the glowing angel

Standing on a chair

Nothing makes sense

No more second chances

I reach out to her light

She wraps her cold arms around my neck

And pulls me to the abyss below