Poems for a Lost Soul

||TOO LATE||

Tick tock,tick tock—
Goes the ticking clock.
Tick tock, tick tock—
I'm running out of luck.
The clock strikes twelve and they appear,
the demons which I'd ultimately fear.

Their malicious and evil grins I see,
I'm afraid of what they might do to me.
My knees shook in fear,
What else could happen from here?

Little did I know that they wouldn't just corrupt me,
instead they began destroying me.
"You are not wanted", One of them said,
"You are much better off dead"

"Nobody wants you", A deeper voice spoke,
A hand was on my neck—
I was beginning to choke.
All I could see—were the black specks.

But before I could die,
I managed to ask why,
"Why am I stuck with this horrible fate?",
One answered, "People are always too late"

Now I find myself standing on the edge,
My mind ponders at what he said,
and then I realized—
I am better off dead.
And the demon, he was right,
It is time for me to say good night.