The wind used to whisper things to me; even in the dead of night it would come forth, spewing its single phrase of nonsense words that never made sense. For there never had to be enough wind, there never had to be a cold night, whenever there was a doubt, the wind would answer the call.
'The crow is watching you'
Simple phrase, the five words forming together to make a concrete sentence. Yet a crow was never seen through the eyes. The call was heard when silence was too thick, the clatter and clicks of claws would appear when the world was too peaceful, and the rustle of feathers would overpower the escalades of society. The wind needed to
blaring cold
chill of spine
no life
no end
everything black
nothing good
true endings
are never good
comfortable warmth
cushioned sheets
never again
will I see
blaring cold
and chill of spine
discomfort abound
and aching mind
Today is the last day of my life,
I've removed my clothes
and placed them next to the knife.
I've written down thoughts that swirls in my head,
you can read my last words
when you find me here dead.
My watch and wallet and change that I own,
I've placed on the dresser
in a neat little row.
The pictures I've cherished throughout my days,
I put in a bucket
and set them ablaze.
My friends won't miss me, my family won't care,
when they crash through my door
and find me lying there.
I'm killing myself to ease the pain,
of mistakes I've made
and love lost in vain.
I really won't die in the usual way
my soul will live on
with m
They're setting up extra chairs
a crowd expected today
I never dreamed in a million years
that I'd be seen this way.
Lines of cars snaking their way
traffic control had to save the day
parking spots so scarce and tight
walking distance such a fright.
So many people in one little place
anticipation on every face
dressed to kill the precious ones
this is priority number one.
A beautiful day with a gentle breeze
spring so fresh on budding trees
Lined up in rows they gave this day
to watch me enter my fresh dug grave.