Endeavor

He took each step as slow as he could

Yet still not embracing where he stood

His eyes drilled towards imaginary air

At an unknown object he kept a glare

Liquid sorrow filled his eyes each pace

Streams of passion ran down his face

He had long been waiting for this day

It would mark the end of mortal decay

He had been trapped for far too long

No longer could he fight nor be strong

His steps ended on the bank of a river

He reached down and let out a shiver

The water met his hand and dispersed

Cleaning a hand that seemed cursed

One final tear as he flung himself in

No longer trying to keep it all within

He opened his eyes while underneath

Wishing forever could he stay beneath

His forever was limited by his decision

For he was affixed to his mental vision

He pulled himself to the surface above

It was too late now for any kind of dove

His hand made its way into his pocket

Still no tears came out of either socket

He pulled out the key to his new dream

This he brought above the rapid stream

The blade met the soft skin of his wrist

The feeling he felt he could not resist

Crimson water surrounding him now

To continue his work was his only vow

His eyes began to close without consent

The life within him beginning to vent

His cursèd soul was released forever

He had completed his one endeavor