Fare Well Mocking World Poem by Kellyn, A Grau

The moon sits high with in the sky
and now my thoughts float by
The days grown cold and i feel the air
running its self threw my hair
the melodies that dance around seem to almost be incomplete
The music played by coming winds almost seems to seep
with in my mind and its so grotesque that i feel a horrid cry
How can something so beautiful be fill with such an evil vibe
do you taunt me oh wind off songs
or do you just string me alone
Don't give me false hope or show me your bliss
I'd rather never know what i have missed
then to be pulled along on a mindless search
I need something to bring me back, away from such a curse
My wrist are dry from all the blood that's spilt away from me
I cut them open one more time and hope for them to bleed
Just one more time, oh please dear knife penetrate my skin
the shadows of night seem to mock me as i begin
this lust for self mutilation and laugh at my failed attempt to show the red
it trickled slowly but most of it has dried and now my soul is dead
how the moons glow seemed to illuminated the small pool of lost sorrows
cause now i know I'll never see another tomorrow
will you stand by my gave tonight and dance along with the winds calls
cause now its my frame that is slowing going to fall
will you laugh at me and grasp your hands around my cold throat
I know you hate me but can you endure how much you cant cope
with the pain that's lingering with in my chest and breaks free with each breath
we'll say good-bye as i plunge in my knife and embrace my sweet death