Tug the bedsheets over my head, hoping to find comfort
In the deep ravines of my mind. Sleep doesn't touch me.
I bristle, rolling over as darkness envelopes. My sunken eyes
Deepen further. I'll make a hideous corpse. Depravity
Latches onto the edges of my mind, refusing to pry away.
Tears leak my eyes as I groan on my deathbed. Pain and
Turmoil take over me as my soul tries to pull free of my being.
I scream in frustration; the pain reaching a crescendo,
Pianissimo, exquisite torture. I close my eyes, not to wake again.
My soul quietens as the pain reaches an equilibrium.
My tears freeze, soft lullaby, the croon of heaven brushing my ears.
I have been such a good girl. Now it is time to reap
My reward. And thus, in the death of me, I found solace.
The End
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