She keeps singing in my head.
Enchanting me with her voice to go ahead.
Her lyrics so powerful; thought provoking
I lay always listening to her invoking.

Melody so sweet but poking as a knife.
Softly she shows my vein and counted five.
“Just a simple cut would do my love”
With a moan like a dove.

“My Love be quick sincere life is bitter.
Cutting thy veins slowly would be better.
Deeper until all fluids runs out.
Sleep sound until death calls out.”

My soul is enchanted but I speaks thus;
“Why is thy love demanding this?
Why not heal my brokenness?
Thou could cure my bitterness.”

She kisses me, saying with affection:
“I want to bring an end to your affliction.
Your sufferings and mockery I can’t endure.
It’s the true happiness procedure.

If this method brings you fright.
Tie the rope on your neck so tight.
You could use the gun it’s alright.
Or jump into the river at night.

Your life is a worthless possession.
Engraved on the stone of destruction.
None will love a poverty slave.
You’re already laid in the grave.

To yourself you are no good.
Failure has made you a useless goods.
No fruits can thou bear.
I’m the only friend that’s near.

Come with me and end this depression.
And enjoy beautiful afterlife consolation.
The warmth embrace of death is nigh.
The soothing balm for all your sigh.”

I shouted in tears, “Arise and fight!
Arise, blessed son of the Light.
Be awakened, fear not nor wail.
God has clothed you with Happiness and victory veil.”

A voice said, “You’re a gift.
Never allow mockery and failure cause you to drift.
Stay focus building your talents.
Soon your ideas and innovation you’ll rent.
© Okon Ukeme Cornelius Dominic

© Okon Ukeme Cornelius Dominic (WordChef_baker)