Moonlight

My End

I guess you thought that would be the end to my little story huh? well you were wrong.. If you thought my Grand Moment was the performance, you failed to realize that my Performance wasn't over yet... I still had one more thing to do before I was done. I had left the performance that night without a word to anybody. I went home immediately to my room. With the door closed I took the knife i had been saving until after this occasion and held it to my wrist...

This is the Grand performance...

This is the end...

This is what it all comes down to...

I will not let something decide when am done living...

I decide when I die...

It's almost Midnight when i look out the window...

And it's a full moon...

"Your soul is a well-chosen landscape

Where roam charming masks and bergamasques

Playing the lute and dancing and seeming almost

Sad under their whimsical disguises.

While singing in a minor key

Of victorious love and good life

They don't seem to believe in their own happiness

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the sad and beautiful moonlight,

That makes the birds in the trees dream

And sob with ecstasy the water streams,

The great slim water streams among the marbles."

The End.