The end of us

Like the Marathon Man, I’m all out of breath

Though his was a message of victory and mine is a message of death

He sprinted home to tell the news of Athen’s battle fate

And I’ve come weary to the bone to tell you it’s too late…

I’m not a heavenly angel sent from God above

I do not have an epistle of good fortune, hope, or love.

I’m not a rainbow in the sky after the great flood

And the promise of every tomorrow I clung to was washed away with my blood.

No. I’m a revelation- the kind that you avoid.

And the, “end is nigh” billboard signs should leave you paranoid.

I am the ghost of a fallen soldier with a chilling prophecy

My sole purpose- to leave behind this putrid purgatory.

The bridge we built connecting us will falter and collapse

Decimated in the wake of avoidable mishaps.

And we sang, “I don’t love you but I always will” as if it was romantic.

And my spine shivers from the chill of echoes waxing and pedantic… “You’re losing me”.

The bell will toll on this union

The battlefield our garage floor

And the sentiment couldn’t be truer,

“There are no winners in war”

The white flag I’d been clutching will finally yet frailly wave

And RIP will be etched upon our matrimonial grave.

It will read: “Far too soon- gone but not forgotten. The memory of, “us” muddled in the lies it was caught in”

The very same altar where two became one

Will be sacrificed and severed

When you come undone.

Our decay, your transformation

Prolonged inevitables

And my tedious placation.

The warning signs will be written, no, plastered on the wall

You’ll claim quiet oblivion but I will hear its call.

The battle cries will grow louder with each passing day

But you will cover your ears and walk the other way.

Canons and gunshots will fire

Leaving thick smoke in the air

But you won’t see or care to notice the minefields everywhere.

There’s going to be a boom but you won’t hear the tick

The bomb’s inside of you

But it’s me that’ll start getting sick

And I’ll kick and scream from my tightened straight jacket as the countdown commences

But you will prance among the poppies that mark your collateral offenses.

Crimson vows will take their bows as the bugle horn plays on

Funeral drums will march and the pyre will begin the parch as the song ends with the dawn

The end is quickly coming but you do not believe

And there is no redemption- only loss left to grieve.

Just the echoes of screams

And watermark tears

Man slaughtered dreams

And forever-less years.

And it haunts me that that’s what I have left to remember

What should have been a flame was barely an ember

A drop in the oceans between the great divide

That once enveloped this now bereft, un-bride…

The doomsday warnings and attempts where I plead you

Our Armageddon

You’ll pay no heed to

Until the the day of dithering ends and I have to decide

If I’ll go down with a sinking ship or accept that I honestly tried…

I will choose not to sink

To no longer shrink

Under the guise

Of your wondering eyes.

I will choose to swim.

And though you claim I walk the plank on a whim

I’ll stand before you, resolution in my voice

And you will know I have made my choice.

It’s the only choice you’ll give me to make

Because you wouldn’t listen when I forewarned what was at stake.

The echoes will rattle and move the earth below

Exposing a hell we never thought we’d know.

As it swallows and gulps the both of us whole

You will feel a Deja vu

And as you the that haunting toll

You’ll know just what’s coming for you.

“You’re losing me” will ricochet off the walls of your blithe heart

But there is nothing left to lose- not a single bit, ounce, or part.

Because I am already gone.