My Own Experience

All I can offer

that I can show

if you know

my lovely beauty

confer your own life

taken with a scythe

held by the

night and day

deciding

whether or not

to stay

with sorrowful

clay

put together with blades

it begins to fade

never let me see fame

this still isn't a phase

taste my shame

you'll taste heinous crime

filled with stories

that describes my kind

as all of my ties

to this world of white

stuck on time

filled up with worries

of the treachery

that comes with the deafening

ring of the shrink

telling me I'm on the brink

how can you tell I'm about to sink

you are a part of how I think