The air stunk of smoke and myrrh
The hours of the day went pass me in a blur
The mundane and banal falderal would always recur
But that all changed when I found her
I am a poor boy
I have neither a friend nor toy
And oh how my parents were disappointed in me
My father wanted to impress the marquis
So my parents threw me out, left me all alone
It pained me, how they would so easily disown
The air stunk of desperation and pain
The days of the week went pass me with the rain
The agony of being a roustabout would always recur
But that all changed when I found her
A sweet little green-eyed girl
She spotted me as she let her hair twist and twirl
As it seemed to me, she was just as lonely as I
She approached, a smile laid on her face
"Come eat with me, we'll touch base."
"I'd love to," came my quick reply
The air smelled of love and perfume
The weeks of the month settled comfortably in the room
The thrills of the day would always recur
All because I had found her
From the day we met, she clung onto my arm
It was clear that she meant no harm
I told of my life, she listened, and she would care
She saved me from the brink of despair
The air smelled of sweet fragrance and bliss
The months of the year, for the world I wouldn't miss
The joys and little things would always recur
All because I had found her
She looked at me with loving eyes
"Let's go to the next level," she said, to my surprise
"Of course," I replied as she moved her tender hand
No longer would my life be bland
I awoke in a hospital bed
A sweet nurse came, on her shirt, a cross of red
"You're lucky you survived, you fell far."
A confused look on my face, she pointed out several scars
"Where is my sweetheart?
From my girl, I could not stand to be apart
"What is her name?" she asked, disconnecting an IV from my arm
I thought for some time, then came the realisation
"Her name, it was Self-Harm."
I knew then, I was doomed to a life of isolation
Depression hung in the air, it stunk of destruction and ethanol
I could not bear to watch the years of my life go by as a shadowy pall
With shaky hands and tears falling from my eyes, I began to tie the noose
"Do it," came the voices in my head, the sounds likened to that of a muse
My head went through the snare as I took my place on the chair
Out from under my feet went the stool
To think I could be happy, I was a fool
I hung suspended from the rope
Since my birth, I was going down a slippery slope
The thread, how it creeked as it carried me, a cur
The torments were over now, all because I had found her
