Eternal Night

A Poem by Tekie Scythe

Just a poem!

Softish bliss that inspires my slumber,
Take hold of me and pull me under.
May I ask for my full rest?
I know you can’t kill me at my best.
For that blade will never plunder
this chest of mine I got from my mother.
There are pains I can bear,
even if I want to pull out my hair.
I do this because I am strong.
Sometimes I assume I am wrong.
I put on a smile for my friends,
but sometimes I want it to end.
Now, softish bliss that inspires my slumber,
Take hold of me and pull me under!
I welcome Death completely outspoken
because I know Deaths arms are always open.