The Great Descent of The Sun

[Folklore]

This is a poem I wrote about suicide. If you're ever feeling down or just want someone to talk to, you can always message me. But don't forget your friend and family to turn to for help either.

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Of love sought through my life of lies,
None filled hollowness distraught.
My lies of hollowed sadness cease -
Of course love sought to stop.

Crying slipped the skin to peel the red out from my grin.
Drying for the dawn of hope spreads deep and slim.
Hard to find the courage still, the will to live hides on
Crying in the merry tears of fond, "I'm sorry mom."

Hiding from the light that laughs at inability
To see what's bright in which it shines its painful irony.
Blinded in the darkness, finding pain up in the light;
Hiding all my smiles whimper please shut out my sight.

My eyes cast down in redness, vision blurring, barely breathing...
Dreams hollowed, and followed pride and sadness seeing.
Lighting sighting me avoiding laughter in my dreams, it gleams
My darkest fears during my last chapter it would seem.

Red red upon the floor the dawn upon the door.
My head tilt slightly, still breaking in the horror,
Skin is limp losing senses; commence reality.
Red is much to deal with death, almost gone entirely.

Gone entirely...
Gon entrly...
Go entr...
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