Anonymous Encounter

The memories crescendo into a symphony of misery
Look into these worn eyes staring back at thee
Futures blackened with the words escaping my lips
The potential author deceiving with greatness
The pistol dries the inside of my mouth
My brows furrowed with unquestionable doubt
Sing to me my Seraphim choir; harmonize my sins
The bile rises in my throat as I hear the tune of God’s whim.
I caress the steel with my soft forefinger; tasting pain on my tongue
If this be purgatory into hell I must have unknowingly sprung.
The night-time moon bellows eerie light onto my face
I place my finger on the trigger and my thoughts begin to race.
Whose destiny did I maliciously ruin on my path of self mutilation?
Whose soul did I taint in my desperation for life’s inspiration?
Her lips were so preciously puckered, her eyes dripping innocence…
I slipped form my seat; fell to my knees, and begged for once last repentance…
Feeling nothing, I lost my life in acceptance.