Shall I compare thee to slitting my wrists?

Thou art more bloody and more bittersweet

Rough winds do shake the skeletons you’ve kissed

And summer’s lease maketh thee fade to sleet

Sometimes too hot thine brilliance doth shine

And often is the pain unbearable

And the gift of my life I must decline

By chance thy sorcery turns to sable

And thy extreme darkness dare not fade

Nor loose possession of thy lovers’ souls

And death shall follow in thine deepest shade

For never seen are perfection’s holes

So long as I can breathe and must thee see

So long I to take my life from thee…