My Wish

The dark side of mine lingering about,
Her thirst for death undeniable drought.

Alive or death the only choices she loved,
Tying the rope merrily with her glove.

The point of living she ask to herself,
So she giggled threw the rope over the shelf.

Steady and tight the rope over her neck,
May it will be successful praying and beg.

Here goes the fun that's what she said,
Her legs stop twitching she feels so glad.

Author's Note

Sorry if its dark but I'm not sorry in the same time.