a silent plead

Good dies,” she softly spoke to me,
“from evil we create.
Our ties mean not a thing for progress only comes from hate.”

Cries turned to apathy;
a different mental state.
The world she’d come to despise made her want to fuck with fate.

Thought it like a clean slate and so with death she made a date.
Faced with goodbyes;
she told the few she loved she’d soon be great.
“To finally be free”-
she said, “so long I’ve had to wait.”

Too long it took to realize; I pegged the smell too late.
The stench of lies revealed
that she had not been thinking straight.

She’d looked me in the eyes
and said too long she’d had to wait.
I saw through her disguise
but I just realized too late.