The Pace of Storms

Tear out her heart and rip it to shreds!
Watch her scream ‘cause here, no light treads!
At the mercy of me, she starts to cry.
I rip out her soul and she looks to the sky.
I back hand her so hard, she falls to the floor.
She thinks she can escape me! She’s reaching for the door.
Hell no, bitch, you’re going to die!
She looks so scared but she never asks why.
She knows why, which pisses me off more!
I kick her hard and she slides across the floor.
She tries so hard to hide her eyes.
She knew what would happen for believing in lies.
I grab her face and force her to look at me.
The same time I scream it, she whispers, “You’ll never be free.”
I release her and quickly back away.
The knowledge in her eyes is as clear as day.
She knew all along but never used her voice.
All of this pain was her own choice.
I punch her face as hard as I can.
But the skin on my knuckles split and my blood ran.
I look at the glass, falling like my tears.
Everything has gone wrong all these past years.
I pick up my knife and hold it to my wrist.
I look at my shattered reflection, my hand makes a fist.
The several reflections stare at me, their lives at stake.
I look in their eyes and see their hearts break.
I can’t do it. I can’t slide the blade.
I look inside, but the anger already started to fade.
I have been denied, by myself, my final moment once more.
But this time, from my eyes, regret doesn’t pour.