Beautiful Beginning, Painful End Poem by Isaac Brako

Well, it's nice Prince
Like an Angelic voice
Loving acquaintance
With sweet fragrance
Funny Amusement a while
There's a lively smile
Emotionally agile
Walk seem hundred meters when a mile
On the street appears cute
In touch seconds excites Minute
Blind, eyes not in dispute
Conversing sounds Westlife's close from flute
Jiggle to the melody in their midst feel the rhythm
Dream Dreams kisses beside stream
Giggling to romance in a dark room
Tonnes of promises made in the dim
Like on a time bomb soon to boom
Anyway, that's the feeling but could be destruction
Legs leading to expansion
Keeping fit exercise for satisfaction
Pleasure taken from submission
Strength giving from caring
Praises song for adoration
Because enjoyed what has been fed
Only you exist in the world
Even believe what's never said
Can't think like the dead
Have no idea if being deceived
Things seemingly change
These are strange
On the mind many questions arrange
To be answered on a different page
Very helpless in that state
Phone calls now furious
Though at first delicious
Slowly turning to calamitous
The mind is boisterous
Difficulty in making sense
Losing all defence
Feels facing a death sentence
But unaware of the offence
Still can't accept the happening
If flashbacks the spending
Giving thy self wholly
And going to be lonely
Offered whole body
Now in the garbage bin
Once regarded Queen
On a stooless cry'n
Wanting to end everything
Result in thought of self harming