Broke 100 nibs before I sat down to write this
Pathetic; prodding my soul to go on like this.

Imminent change, dissolved wills.
thousand skies destroyed
where I'd mapped out my dreams.
All those sleepless nights, aiming at the sky
plotting out my mind's infallible plan...
have gone to waste, now
that the sky has fallen...
down.

Where to pick things up?
Is there a point starting afresh?
Why not let the ground beneath devour me?
Why not let it all vanish into the surroundings?
Doubts are ending...

And I make my mind up.
this is the final step I am taking.

The desire in my eyes, set towards the kingdom come.
Valhalla or hell, whatever comes my way,
I won't be reeling.

It's a visceral feeling.
No counter thoughts...

A knife, a flash of light, leaving my eyes
Pool of blood, soaked through clothes
No tears, no pain, an ending I deserved.

Are sorrys on my lips?
Guilt in my smile?
my rage has passed, the questions crossed over.
But I won't be returning.
Are regrets carrying my soul?
What I didn't do, riddling me again?

What difference will it make?
As I walk the stairway to heaven or descend the ladders of hell...

It all started with the first blow.
Now, I am here, and it's the end.

The final straw.