In the dark, I saw her work...
The Goddess of miseries.
Watched as she drove them over edge, Berserk...
As she drew insanity from their lips.
The sting of the physical and verbal whip
The scrape of the blade, the snap of rope.
They shan’t look ‘round with eyes of hope
The women in black, men in suits.
as they hold sacred tribute
glassened eyes, chapped lips...
I watch as they take a dip
As she etches her artwork on the wrists and on the hips
I watch as she takes last shutter breath
No more shall she face their wrath...
I guide her along the streaming Styx
The river of the dead and the missed
I led her to the Lethe
The swirling steam of Memories
She whispers silently,
Her thanks as she smiles oh so sadly
I watch as the river washes away all her haunted memories,
As she forgets
I must watch
For I am her merciful suicide