Check Mate

"Sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with saying goodbye."

Memories flash in my head like an old-fashioned tape player,
playing the scenes in black and white mimed time.
On an endless reel of faltered love and hate,
your name dances across the screen in untouchable braille.

Your picture zigzags through the walls I set up to protect myself,
and travels down every corridor, haunting me with your cynical smile.
Such treachery, such defile...such abandonment -
your essence lingers in my being like a toxin I cannot get rid of.

[Why do I even bother to still care?]

Your voice lays burden on this troubled soul,
and you play me as if I'm your mannequin and you're my puppeteer,
pulling every ill heartstring I have left until my corpse rots and decays -
molten from inside out as flesh tears in layers off frail bones.

Shadows roam like phantoms over the wasteland of my being,
like incubus' working under demonic command.
Harpies tear away all security I have left as I fall victim under this sunburst twilight -
an eclipse caused by Beelzebub's demand.

[Tick. Tick. Tock.
the clock wears on]

Another chime from the grandfather and another string pulled -
lassoing what's left of this ill-forsaken shell of who I used to be.
Take your straight edge and carve your name into the parchment of my skin -
watch as I bleed lithium and my eyes shed rum.

Wilting roses lace the broken window pane of my being with sweet crimson petals
and drown out the symphony of destruction that blares from broken records.
Forget redemption or any sense of falsified security that you allowed to shroud us.
Everything's out in the open now and it has become your move.

[Check mate]

Game over.
User wins.