Nothing, But Your Failures. Poem by Sandra jacks

In honor of the stars,
I face you now,
cold hearted,
eyes ablaze.

The cold metal,
within this hand,
of mine,
directed,
towards,
the end of,
your days.

In honor of the wind,
to save me,
from any other wrath,
the wind may be cutting,
and rash,
but you,
are so much worse,
when this gun,
pierces,
all but your soul,
you will have,
no worth,
any more.

I knew you,
before,
when the future,
had no value,
when the moment,
was all that counted,
when the stars,
were visible,
with no smog,
to blur your vision,
but now,
smog,
is not the only,
thing,
that blurs your sight.

So,
farewell,
I bid you due,
where you are going,
you cannot call me,
where you are going,
you cannot see,
where you are going,
your feeling will be numb,
your heart will be empty,
you wil see nothing,
but your failures,
you will be nothing,
but your failures.