Sheila Poem by Not Long Left

As morn was dawning
Sheila sat mourning,
Weeping and wailing
Under her wet bed sheets.

She had lost her lover,
He had found another
And now lay in a sex scented bed
All thoughts of Sheila erased from his head.

And so the world goes on
The sun still shines
And the baby still whines
How did it all go so wrong.

In the agony of the afternoon
Before the timely visit of the moon
Sheila's now drunk on cheap cider and wine
and for all of five minutes she felt fine.

Now in the nothingness of the night
Sheila sits stern and upright
With a knife to her fragile wrist.
And with the Devisl cruel kiss

One neat slice and the job was done
(Sheila always was a perfecionist)
Her life drained and dripped away
With every second gone.

Morn next morning
Sheila's mum sat mourning
Weeping and wailing......
Her daughter now dead
her smile now a memory in her head.

And so the world goes on
One more victim of love now gone.