Death of Marat- Jacques-Louis David

Jacques-Louis David. Death of Marat 1793

My last farewell

I begin with sorry, sin has crouched in and rests within my soul.  Yet you'll never know the pain and agony I go, through.  A life revolved around you and all you do.  How you walk, how you talk; made me a fresh and a new.  Love, they say, is a gift from above and is enough to scortch all anger and fear.  But some-times we are left wondering why this "gift" seemingly fell from the sky to ruin our lives.  Maybe it's a curse. Or even worse, resulting in death from it's birth.

I have been striving for your attention, trying and trying but left crying and broken, because to you my heart strings are the things of a game.  A game to be played day after day and in many ways I saw the signs of shame, but what came next I never say coming.

Hate, portrayed on the deepest grain of exsistence, has since left me locked in a room.  Lying in this bed with the covers of doom atop my visage, but yet this is only the beginning. I write you today in spite of my dismay to only speak of love, not malice.  Because through all this my chest is a callus hardened a thousand times beyond your intentions' wrong.

I loved you, if only you knew how few I used the word.  But how absurd, that it was stirred me to cut out the heart, soul and mind that only found you in this life.  To be my wife, you'd despise, but now that I look at it, you were wise.  All the lies I held inside kept me from compassion and interaction with those dearest to me.

My thick too strong, yet my thin would break along the line of our marital bond.  I now thank you for not allowing such a foul thing to manifest, cause it has all worked out for the best.

With this last line, comes the sign that it is time for good-bye.

Farewell my Butterfly

-Russell Banks