A Fitting Jest

Realised

in ancient mysteries

of old,

the time draws near.

Victimised

by hatred

of the untold,

I know no fear.

The sanctuary

built

upon lies

crumbles

to the ground.

Love happens

in your eyes

while

loneliness

is all that's found.

You spite me, 

teasing me

getting so close 

and staying

so far away.

Showing me

who you are

but

the truth

you couldn't say.

My demise

brought to

fruition

by a foolish dream

of loving you.

My goodbyes

before

the end

are all that's

left to do.

My love,

my hate,

my other half,

my friend.

Your rhetoric

a fitting jest

to mock

my suicidal end.