Lamenting to ashes
Insanity comes
Pearls lose their luster
Diamonds become rough
Daydreaming within the dark
Hearts become torn
Night terrors appear
Sanity becomes worn
Burning and cremating
Already know what this means
Life is reaching December
Dreams become banshee screams
Losing my mind
As if I am you
Inner voices take over
Eyes are filled with dew
Beguiled to elation
Subterfuge appears
Making me lose my mind more
Causing me to disappear
Lamenting to my limit
Insanity becomes severe
Voices within me scream
As if they are here
Taking toxins to relief
Though they are not enough
Toxins have worsen me
I commence to lose my touch
Emotions have become worse
Losing my sanity even more
I feel entirely numb
Paralyzed under the coffin’s door
Insanity suddenly takes over
Causing me to feel more numb
Catatonia appears in my head
As my skull gets covered with bumps
As I reach to my December
I continue to lament
Lament until winter comes
As I lay buried under cement
Sobbing underneath the sycamores
Weeping underneath the willows
Rainfalls become storms
As they soak my pillows
My eyes are getting stormy
As the black ink rivulets
Egg whites become bloodshot
Until I begin to forget
As the insanity worsens
I begin to lose memories
Memories of my past elations
I become forgetful of my dreams
Weeping and screaming internally
As I fall asleep in my tomb
Daffodils become wilted
When they reached to my room
Demonic voices interfere
Within my night terrors
Causing me to scream some more
As arsenic gets served by cupbearers
Amid Romeo’s and Juliet’s suicides
Hamlet bears the skull
As I remain lying and dying
Panegyrics become dull
As sung lyrics become darker
My panegyrics become morbid
It means December is coming
I resume to lament to my limit
Resume lamenting until winter comes
As I reach to my death
Keep lamenting and lamenting
Until I have taken my last breath
It is entirely over
My sanity is entirely lost
I lay in my coffin bed
Amid its scent of mold and must
I am now Aurora of Sleeping Beauty
Nothing will ever wake me up
No one will ever come to me
They will instead drink arsenic from the cup
Here I am now, deeply morose
On the coffin where I now lie
It is now my funeral
They will perceive me die
I have now reached my December
My death caused by my insanity
Winter has finally come
Here comes the misery and morbidity
Even in deathly despair
I am truly not alone
I have someone with me
Someone who took me home
I cry for her name
Neither Desdemona nor Cordelia
She was incorrigibly insane, like me
And her name was Ophelia
As I lay dying amid cries
I hold onto Ophelia’s hand
The blizzard buried us
Albeit our graves are where we stand
Us, Ophelia and I, in death
We are one in the same
We are forever meant to be
Our deaths caused by being insane