I see the lines over her face

like scaring in the blue

colors speckled on her wrist,

self-similar hues.

I see the fall,

the crushing wait

still, i yearn to sing that song

to stumble yonder stony path

and take thy dreaded step;

that shalt end thy days young suffering.

The stars align once more

as the moon shines high above

and so, i take the final plunge

a fate yet prepossessed

with final breath in life's tumult,

i shalt gasp well hidden truths

which have long awaited beneath thine lips

and within once slighted mind.

You shall know for once, for sure

the words i wish to say

for words of un-regret beware,

revelations on thou way.