The Asphyxiation of Abel

His roughened hands tighten around my throat

But it’s okay; I fully understand

He assured me that he’s my antidote,

Ignoring how I stray farther from land

I know, above all else, that he loves me

That much must, or rather, has to be true

He promised that he’d never leave me be

I hold onto him as my face turns blue

He loves me so, he undoubtedly must

Even as my vision begins fading

Yet, he regards me with one look: disgust

Death would be the only thing awaiting