A Ravenous Death

Once upon a midnight dreary, a boy of sixteen laid there weary, contemplating a crazy theory, to cure him of social dreary. Insults stack like wads of paper, leading to thoughts of life coming to taper, waiting for a savoir, maybe a caper, wanting to only exist as vapor. "Oh my, oh my, why is life such hell?" On a mountain he stood, to the ground he fell, confidence-filled but with sorrow as well. His troubles were brewed with a story to tell.

Angels call and devils yelling, fierce brutal death that time is telling, defeat and fear are things he is smelling. The answer is on the wall, better check the spelling. Shuddering and moping, his heart is broken, taken from his chest, the hole left open. It's filled with ice but heat soon there hoping. Cutting himself is how he's coping. Suicidal thoughts lead to inhumane things, it's time for him to go as the bell rings. Harvest his soul for torture this eternal sin brings. He tries to overcome, but his feeling still clings.

"Oh my, oh my, why is life so hard?" Accepting his fate while lowering his guard. A punch in the face he takes while barred. His life burns with hatred and his heaven is charred. "Please help me Lord, for I hold a sin." Unleashing himself from the devil within, crucified at wills like Nazareth's twin, he ingresses his mind expecting peace to begin. He finds himself lonely, and cold and bitter; he drops all his problems, the knife lands with a skitter. He cries aloud and his skin starts to shimmer, a heavenly color, an unearthly glitter. He awakens at once nervous with jitter.

He sits upright with his hands a' shakin', his silent cries leave no people awakened. He's hoping, wishing, he will be forsaken, an impossible emotion he can't try breaking. He stands with a jolt and then begins pacing, thinking about how he will overcome the fear he is facing. His heart is like a drum, pounding and racing; he begins to form a noose with these thoughts that he's making.

Once the task is complete, he gives in to self-defeat. He hangs his head with depression and shame, he's killing himself for his person gain. He will no longer deal with the pain, for his selfishness he could not refrain. He stands on a chair and begins the hanging, his body hangs limp, his arms a' dangling, the rope tied tight and starts the strangling. "Nevermore," quoth he, just like The Raven.