Ode to your (fictional) Death
Churches have empty parking lots-I sit in one, waiting for the lights to turn-off, waiting for God to sleep. His eyes turn away in that darkness where I see your death.
None of my fingerprints to prove my need to kill you. Would you kick this coil? Electrocuting yourself, is that justice enough?
I'm not nice today. How about some other kind of drowning: an alcoholic overdose? Your body in the bath tub? Your eyes open, mouth gaping...
But then I remember-I'm not supposed to care? I'm not supposed to hurt? I'm not supposed to be angry?
Some say, "It just wasn't meant to be." Others, "There will be, plenty of time." Grandparents say, "God will give you signs."
Where is the neon EXIT in EMERGENCY red? I'm looking for the axe.
Original draft typed up
Churches have empty parking lots I sit in one, waiting for the light to turn-off waiting for God to sleep. His eyes turn away, and In that darkness...I see you die.
Suffocating in your sleep, no fingers to wake you up. No hands shaking breath back into your lungs. I never loved sleep apnea so much, no fingerprints for this way you kick the coil is justice enough.
ASSIGNMENT: ODE TO THE WORST
I picked darkness at first, because I was in a dark place mentally. And then it morphed into a title that works for almost every break up I have.