Ending

 *ending *
Escape these thoughts
This tangled mistake
This break in humour
This failing I refuse to admit
The nights grow longer
Days tortured
An inquistion of the soul
Oppression of the spirit
This loving union hollow
This bridge between broken
We stare across an abyss
Unfulfilled and uncertain
Of when the axe may fall
But hearing the executioner's steps
Remorselessly grow louder.