poetry

Guillotine

In the end of blasted pain,
The guillotine screams my name.

As the dull blade come forth,
I realize this might take force.

No way to get out,
As their rough hands pull me to the ground.

With my head in the crevice,
My fears begin to manifest.

The bright sheen of the blade,
and the soft words she exclaims.

"My dear,
Oh my dear,
There's no time for fear,
No time for doubt,
For alas I am here.
With a smile so bright,
So bright that is shines,
And may carry your worries,
Through the ungodly night.

And with worries so heavy,
It bears on thy shoulders,
It has reached a point of breaking,
You can go no further.
So let me help thy through,
And take half thy burden,
And we can walk together,
In the world we've been bestowed in."

Suddenly there's no guillotine,
No need for rushed sadness,
Only me and you,
In this place we call madness.

So when I feel the sharp pain in my neck,
I know I can smile,
For there's no doubt in my head,
You'll be on the chopping block next.