I want to write, she said.

I want to dream, she cried

I want to love, she screamed

I want to live, she roared

But the shadows weren’t listening

And the lights were flickering

They couldn’t hear her pleas

Her begging

In that cold

Dark

Prison of a

Mind.

So she drew in

Blood

In

Bone

In

Tears

In

Broken glass

In

Dawns
Dusks

Midnights

Starlights

And she crafted

The most beautiful

Breath stealing

Heart thieving

Blood boiling

Stories in this

Pitiful

World.

And she

Made them

Listen

If love is a

Cruel

Mistress

Then death is a

Silent

friend

Always waiting

Waiting for

You.

To

Smile

To

Laugh

To

Be

Joyful

And then

He’s there

A soft

Silent

reminder

Of people who

Used

To

Smile

Laugh

Used

To

be

Joyeful.

He is that

Sigh

Those tears

The

Desolate

Cold

Broken

Breaking

Eyes.

Windows to a

House

Of ghosts.

A silent

Cry

Of

Fury

Fire

And at the same

Time

Ashes

Fear

Loneliness

Because it’s not

Fair

Not

Possible

Not

Never

No

No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no­,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no.

But death

Death is a

Faithful

Faithful friend

And he says

Yes

Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,ye­s,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,

Yes

And it hurts

So much.

But death

He is a faithful friend

And he tells you

The best

Stories

When you

Laughed

When you

Smiled

When she had

Life.

Because death

Death is your most faithful friend.