His eyes dull
Numbed by hate.
You can see his pulse
Beat strong and hard.
His hands shake with such fury
As his mind races to insanity.
His breath,
Fast and shallow,
No more than tiny white puffs
In the lonely night air.
He stares into the sky
As if giving one more plea
Maybe for strength
To do what he's come to do,
Maybe for weakness
To give into this monster
That begs for an ending.
He's desperately cold,
And hurts from confusion.
An un-made up mind
A matter of life and death.
She wishes on a star
To protect the one she loves
She feels it in her heart
The pain
The despair,
The one fatal mistake
That would end it all.
The clouds move
Clearing the moon
And in his mind
He hears her wish.