Last Chance

The breath of death rolls down my back.
It's getting colder and colder as I just sit and wait.
The icy fingers of her hand scrapes down my spine in a seductive and taunting way.
She knows I'm near my limit yet she also knows it's not my time.
She just waits and watches; while I ponder and stew.
She laughs cruelly at all the throws and punches aimed my way.
Knowing that each one slowly and surely dents my armor of faith and security.
My nerves get jumbled and strained.
Keeping me up at night; and having me hold my breath the think straight.
The hands on my arms shake from the self restraints I use to keep from lashing out at those who deal me pain.
My chest constricts with pain from holding back the tears of broken friendships and truths told in vain.
Pain rips at my ribs as I fight to stay focused on what really matters and keep the peace at all cost.
Is this worth it? For them to be happy and me to be in a punishing, self inflicted hell?
Can I truly last more days; months; even years?
The death herself watches as she sees me writhe in self disappointment and pain.
She basks in the glory of my ever crumbling reality.
But wait; she will soon be growling in hatred and vain when he takes me away from the pain.
From the tears and heart ache.
He is my one and only; my lost love.
He is my saving grace and my glowing future.
He is my last chance at happiness.