Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚𝟞: ꌗꍟ꒒ꃅꍏ

Hey there Selha, I know you're waiting,

Hey there Selha, I know you're lurking,

I guess I'll meet you in about a week,

When judgement is passed, and my fate you speak.

In the stillness of the ticking clock,

Your shadow looms, my heart's in shock.

The pressure builds, the tension's tight,

Each breath I take, a battle, a fight.

Hey there Selha, your gaze is cold,

A thousand eyes on me, I'm told.

The weight of whispers, the weight of stares,

The suffocating grip of endless cares.

Oh, Selha, please, let mercy find,

A place within your stern, sharp mind.

I'd beg, I'd plead, I'd even dance,

For just one fleeting, merciful chance.

Hey there Selha, I'm desperate, see,

Your judgement feels like strangling me.

The anxiety, the sickening dread,

Your power hangs above my head.

In the night, when shadows creep,

And in my dreams, I cannot sleep,

I see your face, a looming fright,

In every corner, every light.

Hey there Selha, the clock ticks on,

The days slip by, and soon they're gone.

I'm counting seconds, breath by breath,

Hoping for a kind reprieve from death.

Please, Selha, hear my silent plea,

Unwind these strings that imprison me.

Your verdict holds my fragile soul,

In this crushing grip, I lose control.

Hey there Selha, my heart lays bare,

In this world of judgement, life's not fair.

I'd trade my peace, my sanity,

For just one glance of sympathy.

Oh Selha, darling, can't you see?

How desperately I'm down on my knees.

I'd sell my soul, I'd write a song,

If you'd just tell me I belong.

Hey there Selha, what do you say?

Could you find it in you to look my way?

I'm breaking here, with bated breath,

For your decree to spare me death.

So here I stand, in desperate wait,

For your decree to seal my fate.

Hey there Selha, be kind, be true,

In your hands, my fate rests with you.