Eyes closing, curtains down, you standing alone,
on the off chance they raise one last time.
Face to face, we will wed, be one: no one.
You, breathing, proud, be not!
Soon you’ll blow me out.
I know, you pretend not to.
My heart pounding, eyes blinking, roaring breath.
Something is wrong,
I should not be here.
I was miscasted.
You breathe so I can’t.
Your beats are stubs,
your lungs swell from my agonic whines.
Never I’ve said anything that matters but my own confession.
My last will, pray for me.