The Evolution of a Slyman

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Fatal (my very first poem)

The look of evil as times are grim,
A sign of death as we are living in sin,
The blood of my heart leaves a dark stain,
To love her, with all to lose and nothing to gain;

Close my eyes as I wait for my time,
Is killing myself such a crime?
Death from the angel is all I ask,
So leave me alone as I carry out this task;

Half way dead as I bleed on the floor,
I wait for Satan to open the door,
Life has been so deadly and wicked,
Climbing the gate so thorny and pricked;

Slow and painful is the death rate,
As I slashed my wrists on this fatal date,
This was all for a girl can’t you see,
I look to the stars, there’s no forgiveness for me;

My time was Fatal!

-T.C. Downey 1990