I'd love to lie
To you,
Tell you how
This is the part
Where it is
The darkest before
The dawn
But then
It wouldn't be
True.
Don't you
Remember the good
Old days
Where tragedies
Ended the life
Of some
Winning characters
Before their time
Was truly up?
How about folks have
We lost our ways
Of dying in
Beautiful
Tragic style?
The way only
A good poet
Can pen?
Or was Shakespeare
The last one
Who could
Write death
With such
Tragic beauty
And epoc.
Will I have to find
A way?
Maybe
Cause the soul
Of this faery
Has gone
The way of the
Dark court
As all things
Have their season
We shall see
If I re-emerge
Back into
The Light.
Today doesn't
Feel like
It will be so.
Today
I really don't care
If tomorrow
Happens
On the right
Side of the ground
Because
I've died before
And know its
A far better place
There than
Here with
Everyone and
Their stupid
Issues
Life lessons
And $%^& they
Tell you so
You can stomach
The bile
And cover the
Stench
That living
In this world
Is called
Sanity.
