When Poetry eases Pain

It was 2 am when I opened the door. 

An old friend had been knocking night long

Her shadowy figure fell on my floor

Array of sad tunes

A distressing song

I told her to leave  

And to never show her face

She pursued me now

Angrily matching my pace

I  ignored her calls

So many times in the past

She seduced me still

Ignorning my chaste

So there she was standing eye to eye

Melancholy's sweet grin.

Her lustful sigh

And here I was

Shaken

Ready to fight

I was tempted to sin

I was tempted to lie

"Don't fight it"

She whispered

"Let my sorrow embrace you"

"Let this sadness consume you"

"Let this bitter toungue taste you"

"Dont do it"

I cried

"Wait for Hope to fulfill you"

"Wait for Love to carress you"

"Let Happiness rebuild you"

But she never listens

She's always so stubborn

She's blessed with this power

No human could govern

And Melancholy,

I was her only  friend

The only equipped

With a hand to lend

 Melancholy

She'll get in my head

I'll scream in my sleep

I'll wish I was dead

Then

Cold blood murder

A Vermillion bomb

Splattered red

on my shoulder

a gun in my palm

2 years ago this was how a life would end

before the person saw the simple

beauty

of paper

and pen