Violent End

in the silence and the shade

was the frozen darkness made

the tunnel lost its light

in the quickness of the night

the strength of the rope

frayed beyond all hope

the spiral angles down

where a life is not found

the emptiness is loud

within the big black cloud

cannot see and cannot hear

all that’s left is the fear

the chill of the blade

the first cut it has made

life leaves in a flood

of contaminated blood

he’s standing there and waiting

he’s eager but he’s waiting

the reaper is now here

he’s the keeper of all fear

death has now taken

what needed to be taken

the life did death kiss

existence is all gone

the emptiness has won

in the silence and the shade

was the frozen darkness made

Disclaimer: This is one of those poems that's just therapeutic to write out but not act out. I have not done any of these things nor intend to. And I do not condone you doing them either. Poetry is an outlet, not a plan.