His eyes study me

An open textbook of memories

Involuntarily regurgitate my heart

As senseless words fall from my lips

His laughter is my anti-depressant

Cleansing me of its noxious grip

Clueless about how he feels

Taunted mercilessly by the unknown

I sit next to him

A feeble attempt to get closer

As he ties the noose a bit tighter

I think I am in too deep

As he pushes me over the edge