Beautiful Death ( First rewrite)

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
In blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last my psyche is free from in my head
A welcome peace discharges from life... I'm dead!

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Death (First Draft)

Theme: dark, depression, death

Word Bank: beautiful, broken, blue, blade, bright

Form: Curtal Sonnet

Meter: Iambic pentameter

The empty gulf is left by broken dreams
The heart will beat without a cause to care
Despair incites the wrath to flow in streams
Of blackest waters, hatred makes its lair.

The mind awaits the beautiful demise
That blades of death will bring at setting sun.
The bluest flames of hell make no goodbyes
As eyes, once bright, the blackened soul will shun.

At last, my psyche is free, outside my head
Discharged from life, a welcome peace, I'm dead.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.