Black Lullaby

A poem about suicide

I feel it again

That big, black lust filled desire

Lulling me to death

Will you not spare me?

Or can I save my own life

Even at this stage?

I pick up the blade

Set it within my deft grip

And start to fall down

I twist and I turn

Land harshly upon my back

And I contemplate

Death still calls to me

A call of lust, never love

In time, I will fall

That black lullaby

Urging me to end it all

Next time, I just might