The Chair

The Chair

 

I held him against my beating heart, searching for his in the night. Dark eyes stared into mine, a slight curve of his lips, made me smile. His weight, heavy against me, felt comforting felt nice.  I kissed a face; both pale and sweet while a strong hand griped mine, draining what’s left of me.

Steam rose, like a delicate flower, it opened, encircling us in eternal love where we laid spent on the bedroom floor. Thick and sticky, life pooled then cooled as Moonlight glisten off the blood stained blade, still heavy in my hand.

Soaked in shame, tears streamed from pain.  I took the life of my love, because his I couldn't claim as my own as sirens rang our sad song.

So give me the chair, for my mortal sin.  No court of appeal, no plea of insanity, and no last hour pardon can save this retch that’s me.

When my hour come, don’t’ have mercy don’t linger, just strap me in tight, and give me electricity until it takes me away from here. So I can find my love once again in the pits of hell.


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