Thousands of seconds I have called you.

Longing to have the last breath.

It was you who called this time.

I watched your thoughts slow down in an endless mess.

I watched you reach out to the masses.

No one heard your painted voice.

I watched you pick the rope.

The rope tied in a perfect loop.

I watched as your neck caressed it.

You lusted more for me.

From the ropes to the blades.

Horizontal lines carved on your golden skin.

The blades turned into knives.

They were surrounded by crimson tiles.

You smelt the earth once more.

I watched you as you took in,

Your last breath effortlessly.

Your heart rate hit the stop button.

It was your last time.

And I watched.

©Beazarr