There she was

Looking magnificent, Of course.

With all her fame

Calling my mere name.

I was pulled

Into her void

The one all these years I tried to avoid

To no avail

she shrouded me with her black veil.

I prayed,

Hoping she’d go away,

Instead she preyed

On my desolate state

Sealing my fate.

Melancholy crept within me too soon

With her words piercing through

‘I have come to rid you of your woe,

Come with me,

There will be never be any sorrow.’

she urged

My worries surged.

My hope

Hanging from a rope

Strangling,

Wringing

&

Cleansing

My soul of newfound contempt

From this vessel of unkempt.

Sweet death

You got ahold of my breath

Untethering me from this worldly emotions

Of

Melancholy,

Agony,

Woe,

Sorrow,

Depression

&

Desolation

But it is SHE who held my breath first

Not you, death.