Identity Crisis 2: IC2 Round One: Battler 3 vs Battler 30 - 3 WINS

I remember December, damn those airport gates,

I was headed for Denver, and you were swearing to wait. 

Spared no lines a pretender, you construed a flawless display, 

Was barely gone for the winter, like a tissue you just tossed me away.

Heart surrendered to blender, befalled appalled and betrayed,

fealt bereftly decenterd, yet was still enthralled in your game.

Left a mess in duress, there's no curtailing the pain, 

depressed from stress and regret, bewailed and slowly going insane.

My dress is torn at the seams, I'm streaming tears from my cheeks,

I've gored my chest I can't breath, I'm piercing ears with my shrieks!

While my head's shifting gears, I've got death stalking my thoughts,

As I grip the handle with fear, of a fully stocked 40 odd glock.

I'm inept and in shock....

but still I reckon that this weapon is cocked!

A tick tock, any second now my breathing will stop,

a brisk walk, up i krept the steps to the clock.

A quick pause...

I'll admit I wept a bit as I watched, 

the slosh of white wash as it sweapt up over the rocks.

Altogether distraught, a lost cause,

like a synod that's been set at odds with God,

However do i measure to dissever my thoughts? 

I've been forever endeavored a severed weatheted facade!

All the stress and pressure together begins to press and then pester,

to whether I've got to pull this trigger or not!

As i watch the plot getting thicker, I've been given quite a bit to consider,

Do I sit untill I wrought and then wither? Or grab the glock and cock it back and then litter?

Spot the rugs and walls with my brains, Got my guts all sprawled out to hang,

while the blood slowly starts to drop and fall from my veins.

Ive been mauled by disdain, equipped with chains and theron hauled off to hell, 

the river Styx's been stalled at the gate, set adrift the lake as Charon calls for Haedes to help!

Then a strangled breath escaped with a yelp, 

From head to ankles I'm aching as I'm shaken awake with a yell!

In my dream I fealt as if I were forsaken a spell,

no amount of pain would make me take my life from myself!

Dealt the fright of a night, I'm alright but, i've been scared kinda well,

And this could to start the story that I'm preparing to tell.

But before I start to say all of my goodbyes and farewells, 

does anybody care to dare and try to dispel...? 

Do you think she only dreamed that she died,

While she's truly alive somewhere still seen breathing and well? 

Or do you think that really she died 

and that she's been dead for some time,

just unaware that she's been dreaming in hell?