Happy Endings

A poem quite contrary to what the title suggests.

It grips you with an endless hold,

Won't let go until it is done.

Begins to creep til bones are cold.

You find no pleasure where it finds fun.

Eyes wide open, trying to scream,

Nothing comes but a sick gurgle.

Blood spilling, or so it would seem,

Your voice begins to curdle.

It's taking a hold, a hold of your heart.

It's taking a hold, a hold of your soul.

The terror begins to start,

The death bell begins to toll.

The evil shrills from behind,

It draws ever closer.

Its coming is not kind;

Drawing closer, closer, closer.

Attempting to resist and fight.

Now only growing weaker.

But now! Where is your light?

Will you now attempt  to seek her?

Is your luck going to stay

Or will you die in guilt?

Sad, for you know what she will say.

The fates begins to tilt.

The evil has you surrounded.

This may be your last breath.

Now that you feel crowded,

The taste on your tongue is death.

You have found your way,

Will you be protected?

The evil's at bay,

Will you be rejected?

Feeling the hot breath

Your skin begins to prick.

Is it the breath of death?

The life of yours begins to tick.

Your only hope stands strong,

While you are desperately on your knees.

Saying you are hopelessly wrong,

She begins to tease.

Begging for mercy and crying,

Your hope throws you away.

Darkness has reached you; you are dying.

You have fallen astray.

With your last breath you call,

Why do you give no happy endings?

I see no happy endings.

Reviews

[Elina]

Daw! You make a big sister proud...
Wonderfully written, deary.