The crow bitterly caws
The dead man scratches at his noose with a paw
Death and destruction
Humanity's obstruction
Bleed out
The little one's they pout
My life in shambles
Pieces
D
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The cold it nips
My grave is tight
I can't see the light
Fire and brimstone
Hell is where I'll atone
My sins are numerous
My life was humorous
Cut my wrists
My life it twists
My hope leaves
My soul is cleaved
Eternal torment
Torture
To certain people my pain is a horticulture
To grow and nurture
To grow to sadness
To develop into madness
I've been destroyed
I've been toyed
I ache for death
To breathe my last breath
I long for the reaper
To take my soul and be it's keeper
Heaven or hell
Ring it's bell
Bury me beneath an oak
So no longer can I be prodded and poked
Belle I don't wanna upset you
I'm fine I mean it
But my pain was  a pit
And you were like a rope
And you gave me hope
For once I had someone who knew
Someone I could call a friend
Who could prevent my end
This poem is for you
And everything you did too
Thanks Belle
You saved me from a life of hell
So for you
I give thanks
Because now I don't have to yank on a rope
Because now I have hope
Suicide and homicide
No longer options
Nor is cyanide
Just a life where you exist
Both of us a pair of pessimists
Thank you