TW: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, mentions of pills
(Within these lines, a tale of youthful fascination wanes, Transformed into the somber strains of elder pains. Born from stories, this allure grows, a perilous thread, A dance with death, where shadows tread. Dear reader, proceed with caution, for here, Lies the waltz with destiny, inevitable and clear. Yet, do not rush to join this dance too soon, For in your absence, my heart would mourn the lost boon.)
In shadows' call, death whispered sweet,
Childhood tales, now bitter deceit.
Obsession grew, a relentless plight,
In darkness' grip, a hopeless flight.
Years drifted by, fascination's toll,
From wonder to obsession, a barren soul.
Life's weight bore down, a relentless woe,
Lost in the labyrinth, nowhere to go.
Existence heavy, a crushing shroud,
Silent echo, anguish loud.
In quiet moments, pills in hand,
A fleeting escape, life's cruel demand.
Amidst the darkness, a flicker, a trace,
A hollow promise, a futile embrace.
A tether to life, frail and weak,
Regretful pledge, in shadows bleak.
In despair's depths, the choice did lay,
Embrace the dark or find a way.
To linger in shadows or face the light,
Haunted by promises made in the night.
Fascination wanes, darkness retreats,
Regret whispers fiercely, a heart's defeat.
Choosing life, burden still borne,
Regretted promises, a soul torn.
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