The gift of... Death.

Too tired to carry on...
The decision was contrived...
And the deal was sealed.
Wholeheartedly, I must say...
I will miss you.

For I once... crossed my heart...
To always be... your savior.
I won't ask for your forgiveness...
But you'll always be welcomed to visit me...
Welcomed to my tomb.
Where I can no longer see; God's blinding sun...
Where I can no longer hear; the early-morning bird.

Under our imprisoned star...
Is the comfort of despair...
This cold despair.
Cut me up, and set me free...
With those sharp edgy things... that shine!
The instruments of my death.

Left for the remembrance...
Is this scenic sacrifice.
Where I am sacrificed...
For you, and deep... Into your soul.
And left for the witnessing...
Is the beauty of your survival.


Inspired by Seven Pounds.

The gift of... Death. by Shehab El-Din Ismail is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at loath.blogspot.com.