Suicide By IsisMoon

Bitter tears I shed, sorrows of my heart, and the wailing of my soul doth darkness behold. Hell calls my name, as blood I spill, puddles of despair I dare not share. My wounds throb with pain, as my head spins wildly going insane. I wonder if I fall a slumber will I awake for love sake. To die would be to be free from this agonizing pain,yet I know I'll awake to live it again and again. Is this the end? No one knows, for life is like the wind, there's no beginning nor end.