End From Romance, And From Pain Poem by James Dionne

Going to my sides. Night after night.

No one’s kiddin’ anyone, about who’s wrong, who’s right.

Against the side of the ropes, against a noose.

Tug on the sides a bit, never rethink, it’s lightly loose.

Play that song in my head, the one that tells to bend.

Recite the words, of my only friend, the End.

Destroyed by fire, kill it only with flame.

Just to save nothing. No group of people. No cause. Not even an imagined dame.

There is no reason I became this crazy, this target of sin.

Given looks of distant reality, veins of my eventual kin.

I am the undying cause, the remedied man of power, evil to good.

Hide my truth, reveal the anti-hero, overcoat covered by a dark hood.

Eyes hidden - eyes red, resistance at nothing, from ashes to everything;

to nothing more than remedial redemption, hit by the depressive sting.

'Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously' -

From an obsidian stone of rounded smooth to speaking coarsely.

Seek off my looks, my love remembers nothing from the days of snow.

Where has that loving sense gone to, that heart-filled look - the glow?

All around me are lies, who am I, to be heard with in life?

In my future, I see nothing. No children, nor love, nor wife.

Symbolism ’till death due me part. I’m burned in everything that may of once been my hope.

Told nothing but to think of others’ problems - is this any way to cope...?

The girl I had loved so, she is now in front of me. But my head is already hanged.

The gong had been smashed - the bells have been ranged.

My time, too late. My tears seeped with lost feeling.

She is taken. My eyes are red with the sense of chilling.

My music never is clear. My words are drawn out.

Tainted until my legs give, I have lost this game, this bout.

The noose lied cold, I threw it away.

Nothing to live for... but to live anyway -

Before I consider taking away this life; I need to live for more.

Crazy, indignant, or justified?

All of this has existed. Only once may I of cried.

No more reason. Looking up from the red sky to the blue;

an eyed memory, a spectrum filled with colored hue.

No more do I see black and white, but more than my dark view.

End more from pain -

It profits only your gain.