Incisive

So it comes to this
Near silence
Only the rasp of your breath
Air struggling into your lungs
Now naught but pitted sacks
Run through with blade
The choice you averred
Your eyes linger on me
Pleading for release
I just smile
Aware that your pain increases
I cannot finish this
Or should I say
Will not
These were your selections
As you narrowed the options
Leaving me limited
Your self boxed in
So I watch you
As in this turgid atmosphere
You repent
Your mind pierced by truths
I utter no solace
No compassion
At most I nod
Affirming your sin
You seek an end
I give you my word

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