~Midnight Epilogue~
Sleeping sweet September, startled by a scandalous singing
Sang long after sundown, sound swallowed in the shadows of that somber night
Song stuffed with searing sadness, seeking to be saved off the suffering
She cries after sunset, swimming in the sea of her soiled past
When souls snore in their slumber, hers soared in shocking heights of sorrow
She seemed fine in the surface, always smiling underneath the daytime sun
Because she's skilled in suppresing her tears lest it'll slide down her face
Her singing soon sounded like a stormy serenade, shuddering sonic waves of pain
She stood up, took big steps towards her bathroom sink and snatched a sharp scissor
She swung its sides suggestively, sanguine slits started to appear in her snow-white skin
The rest was slurring shush of streaming water sweeping her soaked floor with blood
Silence scattered in the room since she finally ended her scornful span of life
She used to sing a high-spirited song but her last note was suicide
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Poetry"death is not the greatest loss in life, the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live"
