Sweet Last Poem by April Hammel

İ n the picture of emptiness,
Where she has to live,
Slowly captures her life,
İ t won't leave.

İ t's a hurtful picture,
Closing her to the end,
But she's still looking for a light of hope,
That might change what has been left.

No one really can see what she is going throw;
No one care enough to understand;
Her mind is gone,
Her madness is grown,
She drowns in her own sadness,
She is got to get away,
Where the sanity is.

When the Angel of Death
Give her the kiss,
İ t suddenly becoming the sweetest thing;
She smiles to him
And ending this.