Suicide Vows

Down the road under the Mugumo
Where pines whisper lullabies to the raging river,
A pair of broken hearts and matching ropes stand
With teary eyes soaking goodbye hugs,
A moment not meant to last
But for them, a planned last.

She writes:
My life has been thorns on silk,
My skin a home to scars
Just a beautiful rose petal above sharp spikes.

My wealth has given me a flock of allies
Friends forged from foes - all with a common goal,
To sell me empty praises at their prices.
My house has become a market
And I have sold my trust away in chunks,
But now that I am void of crisp and jingles
My loneliness has conquered
And I am off to my Creator,
Maybe only He will give me an answer.

He writes:
When she said yes I saw a heaven
My faith in the unseen waned
For in her, an angel lived.
She taught me comfort and love alike,
She lacked wings but offered flight
A cake she was, but the icing was enough.

Her touch, a replica of the gods'
Only it sent jolts instead of fiery bombs,
She reminded me of memories lost for a while
And I saw her as mine
Because I was no longer mine
Yet she said bye when my wallet dried,
Left me a husk of love
And now I stand here with my sister,
A twin with whom we share life and perils alike,
As we write our suicide vows,
A step from relief,
Be it Hades or Heaven
All we need is a break.

And with a last cry of spent hope,
Knots tied and accelerated heartbeats,
Decisions made to go as they came,
Together.