Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze,
And cups o’erflow with wine;
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love,
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep’s leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers’ long discourse;
Much speech hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well;
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.
It strolled down the hallways
It whisperd in my ear
Making my skin slither away
It said”Death is a coming”
It makes me do something
Quite fatal
I grab the rope
Tie a knot
Put my head through a loop
Life is all I hope
before I know it
I’m hanging their
I watch my body swinging in
the air
It made me do it
I hate It
Why
I know that I’m dead
I’m mesmerized
watching my body their
Lifeless
Death
All I hear is “Death is a coming”
The light slowly fading,
i saw that familiar puddle,
so dark and black,
i looked back to my wrists,
saw that smooth cut,
so fine under the blanket of blood.
i see this everyday,
each time looking so new,
i never seem to know why though,
that little trickle of blood,
letting it fall in that puddle,
turning so dark inside.
when i am done i clean the puddle,
the rag covered in red,
i grab my arm bands,
slip them over the fresh slashes,
pull my sleeves down around them,
throw the towel in the was and leave.
later i find myself sitting in my room,
sitting by the open window,
i stare down at the cuts,
thinking about what each one ment to me,
as i made each one so deep so sweet,
it leaves me thinking so quiet.
i fall asleep to my own soft cry,
and dream about the way i will die,
it comes to me so clear,
i wasnt meant to be,
i should not be in this world,
do i wake up or not?
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