Evening bell tolls,
As a story begins to unfold...

I'm done,
Tired of this...

Death shall come to prate,
As I measure to the day...

Ive fallen down at my darkest hour,
Sliding down into a sea of turbulent flow...

Hold me close,
I will never concede...

In the darkness nothing rests,
Carving and ripping out my heart...

I need someone now more than ever,
I am alone and lovesick...

It looks as if he has lifted the sun,
For a new day has come to birth...

Shadows in susceptible society,
Scare those who live in fear...

I had something,
That no one had...

Rictameter-nine line poetry form has other...
Believe...

They talk about me behind my back,
Look at me like I am fading away...