'Let's be realistic'

Those are the daggers -like words
that the assassins stabbed me with.
'Okay' I say with a smile reassuring them that I am not fazed by their words
which is strengthened by the absence of blood and wounds
that the stabbing should have caused.

They watch me attentively as their soul-slicing daggers dig deep into my skin
and relax when I seem to not show any signs of pain.
'It's for the best.' they say
Their best that is.
I give a small nod and my signature megawatt smile typical
of a superhero in a movie that has managed to overcome their arch nemesis.

But in the movie of my life, I am not playing the role of a superhero.
In the movie of my life, I begin to play the role of Mercutio.
as their daggers that were stained with his cynical blood begins to poison me.
It causes me to show them a smile faker than the fake messiahs that are currently speaking to me.
And because of this,

they are unaware.

They are unaware
of the blood spewing out of all of my organs,
causing them to become flabby like an deflated sac.


And like Mercutio,
I begin to slowly die
while smiling and laughing
with the assassins we refer to as Realists.
I laugh and laugh and laugh from the happiness—
At least that's what they think,
until I collapse.

I collapse and close my eyes.

Never to open again.