If Life Was Like a Poem

Tendencies

so this is how I go
this is how I die
hurry end my life
I can't listen to your lies
tip my cup on over
let the hourglass spill
spread the sand across the sky
as you finalize your kill
take my legs out
one by one
snap your fingers
now its done
tip your hat
in fair well
what excitement
that was swell
to kill me with the knife
tucked between your jaws
to spit out crimson spat
while breaking several laws
it was the ending
to our twisted fates
the climax in
our calendar dates
the last turn of my page
and the shut of my book
take a step back
to get a better look
at the blood on your own
knife clenching palms
nothing left, suffocating air
soothing, sour calms