Starts With A Thought

it starts with a thought

one that would scare most

though to me its inviting

like a moth to the flame

my hands start to tremble

with just the thought

of the act being committed

so sinster yet true

the thought of leaving here

being no more than a memory

has me excited though nervous

with some more thought i start to plan

how willi go

who will i see

will i even leave note

i wonder if they would miss me

if they would morn for the loss

though the more i think about it

i know i will be no more than a whisper on lips

a name soon forgotten