he sits there
crying
listeining to his jumping heartbeat
knowing in his mind that this is the time that he will go all the way, this is the night his task
his final task

he knows she wont miss him, he knows she knows what hes doing but he knows she didnt try to stop him, so he knows she doesnt care, he knows, she, wont know, if he, completes
his final task

he knows this time he wont come back, he knows this time it wont be a little scratch, he knows that this time he isnt a child anymore, he knows this time is the time, he knows that this time, is the right time for,
his final task

he knows, that once his fingers touch that mettle, it wil be to late, to turn back, he knows it was to late, the day that mettle first touched his skin, many months ago, he knows that its already to late, to back away from
his final task

he knows his hand is reaching over, he knows that he shold writhdraw it, he knows that that wouldnt work know, not now that his figers have scraped across the blade he knows that now he has the blade in his hands, and he is almost completed
his final task

he knows he is crying, he knows his shirt is wet with tears, he knows that soon the tears will stop, that soon, he will cry no more
he will feel no more suffering, after
his final task

he knows that the blade is hivering, over its target, he knows that soon he will move the blade, down, and across, he knows that thats all he needs to do now, he knows that sooon he will, he knows that soon he wil be at peace, he knows that his hand made a sudden move, he knows hes done it, with a quick cry his heart stops, he has completed
his final task

he knows, no longer, he will never know, the red stain he left in the corner, he will never know, what its like to grow old, he will never know, what its like to see his children take there first steps, he wil never know, what its like to finish school, he will never know, how much his friends cried, when they found out, he had completed,
his final task