Illusion

I swear I saw it
Creeping round the corner
The whispers of shadows,
The echo of suffering,
Death spread it expression
From cheek to cheek
I couldn't help wonder what
The dark spectre seeked
For it wasn't me, but understanding
Of why it was dead
It wasn't stabbed or shot in the head,
But suffocated in its sleep
By the man it had spend twenty years with
Twenty happy years at that
Covered her face with a pillow
The life slowly pulled from her lungs
To end it all, to send her to the realm of
Darkness
For this was no heaven, and no hell
Merely an in between
As the spirit rose from the bed
And looked in the mirror the reflection
Withered and cried,
She saw what I feared most.

It was me.