Bad Things Come in Threes

Three Days
Three days, seventy-two hours, four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes
Until the day, that single day
When everything will fall apart

Three days and Three slits
Three slits on a wrist
Alone at four seventeen in the morning
With the faint sounds of music coming from a rock in the middle of the woods
From the island, that could never keep him afloat

Three days, Three slits, and Three loves
Two sisters and a girl
Who, no matter how much they care, no matter how much they try and plead
Will never be able to make it stop

Three
Three loves,Three pains, Three days
Only Three
Then Two, then One, then Zero
And nothing more

Just Three until it all ends
The end of pain
The end of suffering
Peace
All in an effort to save and destroy Himself