Wedding

He looked at her,
With her veil white.
He though it familiar,
His chest went tight.
Everything faded,
He drew back breath.
Her eyes were jaded,
Laced with death.
He opened his eyes,
Laid in fear.
Looked to his side,
And cried a single tear.
5 years had gone,
Without her touch.
It wouldn't take long,
He knew that much.
Without a child,
Without a wife,
Death would be mild,
Should he end his life.
He walked downstairs,
And brushed his teeth.
His T Shirt tears,
With rage beneath.
He smashes the glass,
A red river on his hand,
He takes, at last,
The glass, that he planned,
To sink into his chest,
Or maybe, his wrist,
Whichever was best,
He wouldn't be missed.
He fell on the floor,
He looked at the blood,
His life was no more.