From Autumn To Ashes - Short Stories With Tragic Endings

Here you stand,
seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies,
the act of cowardice.
The look stapled on your face,
cries out for forgiveness.
The one thing that I cannot give.
I can give you freedom from your guilt,
with a flick of my wrist onto yours.
I can give you peace of mind,
with a forced smile.
I can give you death,
with the look upon my sullen face.
This is your freedom,
in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no regrets,
you don't deserve goodbye.
This is your freedom,
in a life of fallacy,
with no last kiss and no goodbye.
Here you stand seething with guilt.
Silence only justifies,
the act of cowardice.
With a short story,
the one you add to daily,
you are the tragic loss.
No storybook ending,
for "the fairytale of you".
Just the one ,
composed with blood ,
taken from your pen,
that you hold in your lifeness hand.
Cry.
For you.
Shed tears.
Mourn.
Wish,
the end.