Lover's Rest

This is part 2 to "Lover's Wrath." I don't know if it's a prequel or a sequel or a deeper look into the events of the poem, but the two are inexplicably linked.

Teach me the words that romance your soul.

I need to know how to take control

Of your emotions-- well, yours and mine--

Before, at the seems, I start to unwind.

I just can't stop the speed of my mind

When it travels off to worlds I'm inclined

To remember where we heard the knolls

Of the bells as they rang out their tolls

Despairing the fact that our time is done,

And there's no safe place for us under the sun

Where we can hide from those deft hands

That deal to us their reprimands.

Our love, sweet love, they have banned.

We must sit back and obey their commands.

Well, not today. I'm getting the gun.

You're getting the pills. Won't this be fun?

We'll show them all. They'd never have guessed

That we'd be so clever that we could best

Them at their own game we shouldn't have played.

The greatest of skills we shall now display.

I take the pills. We are unafraid.

You take the gun. We have disobeyed.

With my last breath, the trigger I pressed

To end both our lives. Now begins lover's rest.