Afraid of the dark [Part 3]: Number3

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Confronted by faceless faces.

Staring down at me with their luminating paleness.

From below, they look like a set of 3, of the statue of liberty, in clear sight.

In a black suit, holding a candle, darkness...as it's unlite.

Wrinkled fingertips, handling without a slip.

Long and olderly, 3 inch nails on their tips.

Sharp-nose, shining, seeing my reflection crying.

Tears, one after the other.

Can't run, so fear? why bother.

Let them do to me as they please.

I, on my knees, with my last shred of dignity, produce a grin.

I know of what I'm in.

for, as curiosity killed the cat, and that was my pet.

The trap was set.

Impulsive body reactions as my pants are suddenly wet.

There's a cold breeze blowing in the street so it defiantly isn't the sweat.

On the other hand, they summon blood stained machete's.

Expert handling yet again, as if we in the jungle of the congolese.

"Be-head the imbicile", a cry from the back row.

A signal, alerting me that it was my time to go.

So I look to the sky, catching the reflection of the blade in my eye.

Light..the last before they fullstop my story not a minute late.

Across the river of heaven and hell...hoping I see the pearly gates.

Too many thoughts, it's true, I see an anthology of my poems...detailing my life.

Changing pages with the sharp edge of a steel knife.

Cold.

Like the blade against my neck, bursting my veins.

Blood spilled, the impact cracking my skull fishing out my brains.

My last scene, with my head on the tar, contemplative in the eye.

Shedding a smile.

Across the street to my wife, as she just seen the whole ritual.

She drops to her knees, tears flowing, the light of the machete's held high making them sparkle.

I wispher out that I am sorry...and I hope she forgives me..for walking out.

On her, as we coulda been working things out.

Irrational steps to solve a problem.

Never works, and if so, it's seldom.

Unfortunately realising your wrongs..when it's too late..its crazy.

03:33, time of death of Number3.