With skin of grace as cold as stone
She fell from me to death
With winter’s bane upon this hearth
I cast my final breath
The grey that looms upon this land
Is brought by falling tears
From eyes which held my lifeless love
My love of all those years
The walls of light fall now to dust
I spill my crimson blood
I take my life to see her more
For naught can end this flood
This was my first attempt at poetry in quite a while. I know it's very "emo" sounding, but it was actually inspired by the thought of a king losing his life long love, and taking his life because he can no longer live without her. It's not perfect, but I think it captures that eerie mood that suicide brings, but also emphasizes that love can be stronger than the will to live.