Death's Sweet Sorrow

Sad thoughts and terrible dreams occupy my mind.

Numerous answers, but no answers I can find.

Lost in this lonely cosmos I am in,

Buried with a constant, anguishing sin.

Turning away from the past,

My memories, though, will dreadfully last.

Not ever wanting to take another step.

Secrets deep inside, which I have always kept.

So faithlessly, I slowly continue sinking,

My mind becoming blurred, no longer thinking.

**

No one sees the suffering that I endure,

And my wounds invisible, I am sure.

My mistakes, sorry I am that so many I have flourished.

In the skies, I can hear the angel's mournful chorus.

Nothing but a ghost to all of those around me.

My soul desperately cries to finally be free.

Walking exclusive,

Every bliss elusive.

Tired of only running in fear,

But I can't rely on anyone, not even those who are dear.

**

Nothing is real,

No longer can I feel,

Confused at the least,

And slowly, but surely, becoming deceased.

The curtains of my life before me close,

Then open with the spotlight on my foes.

I hear voices that call my name,

Saying that I am the one that's always to blame,

And I am nothing but a sorry shame.

Depressingly so, last light fades away, my only hope, and only flame.

**

So much expected and told who I should be,

But the person I am is only just me.

Stressful pressure, it seems, you must put me under.

All of which makes me sunder.

With you doing so, I can only fail.

Disappointed you become, trust me, I can tell.

**

This is my final outcry,

For if I fall again, the ground, forever I will lie.

The end of my existence is nearing,

Bringing Death leering.

Convincingly it says," I am something in which not to fear.

Here, it is you we will always dear.

No lies,

No black skies,

No more being pained,

And no more being disdained.

Lifted back to your feet,

And the darkness, you, it won't defeat.

Every battle you shall win every time.

Even thy name, Death, to it, has a nice little chime.

Your dull and muted feelings will be reflected,

And the true you will openly be accepted.

Sad, no longer will you be,

And you, what you have always wanted, will finally be free.

Light gladly given back to you,

And you will be praised for everything you did or do."

**

What spoken was true, that I surely must include.

Death is correct about my feelings being subdued.

That, I must say, is hard to take in as well,

But Death sounded pleasant, I'm sure you could tell.

My life meaningless to mostly just me,

But like I said before, most cannot see.

Death was persuasive in a very amusing way.

You can already see it has lured me in halfway.

Maybe I shall be healed tomorrow,

Or possibly fall for Death's sweet sorrow.