The Blackened Bible

The Sonnet of Death

I woke from a dream and not everything

Was as it seemed

You loved me and could see right through me

I didn't have to hide my emotions

They were right there...

So crystal clear

If you saw a coffin

Would you say it's too late?

To take back the bad times

And all the misguided hate?

So many a night I used to be kept awake,

Afraid of the void

And the reaper;

My soul, he would take

But the fear is gone

And the anxiety in none

This ballot to the harvester,

This sonnet of death

Relives the fable of a man

And the words he left;

The note he left is so short and so cold

"I love you," is all he wrote

There was blood everywhere

From the concussive blast

And puke on the floor

Where she had seen him last

The night he found out she had been

Sleeping around

He decided to take a life

They had only been together for three years

He should have moved on?

And let the whole thing disappear?

She was his world

She was his joy

He cried and he cried

Slammed the gun on his chest

He wouldn't be weak this time

For all her letters he reread

With the left hand

Put that note to his lips

In his right,

A gun pointed at his head

He wrote the words on the back of her letter

He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger

I wish the world could be a beautiful place

He wished they could have been together

And replace the rage

The night beckons those with bleeding hearts

And sings a grim tale of those who came

To the sonnet of death.