is the horizon twisted or is my vision askew,
a magnificent view, has me in this under water prison confused,
is it light refracting, creating a prism of hues?,
the color scheme is so serene, that it has my condition subdued,
the sky is lavender and fuchsia when its traditionally blue,
my pulse slowing down is the rhythm that im listening to,
perhaps heaven is descending upon my position enthused,
my body is but a vessel that my souls slippin through,
and soon it will be empty like a gun whose ammunition is used,
this is the final chapter, as I bid you adieu,
the struggling is almost finished, im beginning renewed,
sick of being helpless , a victim abused,
so suicide is the only way to have this sickness removed,
in the final moments, life doesnt flash in front of my eyes,
all I see is sea weed gently move with the tide,
my bodies desire for oxygen, proves that im still alive,
but such inconsequential thoughts are simply pushed to the side,
instead im wondering, do angels know how to swim,
will my spirit rise to the surface when it escapes from within,
will I be able to remove these chains that are breaking my shins,
will the emotional pain ive endured be enough to erase all my sins,
im seeking a better place, somewhere I can call home,
somewhere I can be safe, from the insults that are thrown,
so I went and did something out of my comfort zone,
at the bottom of the Seine River, looking at colors, alone,
suddenly i feel light as a feather, as trumpets are blown,
free at last, from my past, finally away from Jerome,
as I rise above and look down on the city of lights,
I feel relieved knowing that everything is going to be alright
Au Revoir