Death creeps along her lips, Darkness reaps over head, Chill cold red, Outside I'm led, Churning, yearning, to bridge the schism left in her wake, Life like that in a lake of fire, A crier, The mire grows thicker, Get sicker, Get meeker as I seek her, She flows as the river grows deeper, I feel cheaper, I fear a leaper, Then I plummet, I now look up from the ground to summit, Closure, Accuse her, I lose her, Black, lack of consciousness, Recess, Obsess, Excess blood loss, Happiness lost at a friend's cost, Gone now, Just a part of the lawn now, Love never gotten, All such known of naught, Now I'm at one with the lot.
Written when I was 14, I