Ends

My eyes
burn when I awake,
must be the demons
setting fires
while I sleep...

The cold
water splashed against my face
makes me feel
a sense of being
cleansed...

Each word I break
takes me
one
step
closer to my end...

Loves and lives
lost,
so I keep my heart
locked
under safe and key...

Loaded
with names and notes,
left to write
my own end...

We all fall
apart,
I just ran
out of thread...

The death of a poet
who sacrificed himself
for his pen...