It May Close (To The Times We'Ll Never Have) Poem by Newo Enec

A sky bloated, pregnant with a brand new sin
Swelling upward, darkness woven into its design
A nightmare clawing its way straight through
The heart of a complete f-ing mess
As if someone would look up as its blood hit the ground
As if anyone at all wondered why the tears were falling down
Hopelessly drifting in and out of conciousness
Numb hands pressing onward to the root of the problem
Another tremor taking over, but it never had control
The cause of this complete f-ing mess
Denying the wish for attention from them
Denying the need it had for a friend
Merciless laughter that came from within
Merciless life that deserved just to end
It won't live to see its birthday this year
With all the words in and out the other ear
It won't regret the bolt the made the strike
It won't regret a merciless life
And so it may close as any other stormy night
And so it may close another merciless life