​Midnight

[Sensitive Content : Depiction of suicide and violence]

Reading through the tear-soaked, unsent cards,
I lost count of the times I read through the endless nights.
I promised myself to slowly die hearing your voice.
At midnight, into slumber I go, wishing the next life
Will be worse than this. I was never meant to live.
The clock struck 11:59, my breath hitched at the sight of my
Cyanide-dipped pistol in a glass of cherry wine.
A minute later, the clock struck… 11:60?
Oh, my delusion. I took my wine, but the clock
Took it? Sucked it dry? What? I punched the clock hard,
But it isn’t breaking, nor am I bruising.
The room disappeared into the clock, leaving just me and a mirror.
I saw myself in the mirror-sad and bloody.
I stepped into the mirror and found you, so happy. I was happy
Until I saw you with another person. I cried, but you never
Saw me… I exited and rewound the clock to my past
To fix everything. I grabbed the gun and shot myself.
I woke up only to see you dead, with the gun in my hand
And a bullet in your head. I tried to shoot myself,
But the bullets were gone. You left me, unable to die.
I checked the time-it struck 12:00. I’m sorry!