Literature
Darker than the Darkest Night
Darker than the Darkest Night
Darker than the darkest night,
Kill me now to end this plight.
I cannot live with this pain,
Stretching on like some endless plain.
Thoughts of death crowd my head,
My blood leaves a trail clear as crumbs of bread.
I shall not live to see another day,
Oh God, I don't want to die this way!
Then I see him stalking towards me,
My vision blurs, I see three.
But not of him, he is clear.
As clear as day, not a smear.
His scythe I see shining dark,
Coming to claim me, make its mark.
The end, I think, it comes too soon,
Not even am I granted one last boon.
Away from Death I cannot crawl,
I feel so help