A/N: Not really sure what category this fits in. It deals with wanting to go on, but not being able to. That one last thread which ties us to the world. I wrote this for English class, free verse-nothing special.

The Death of a Nightingale

Slipping into the ever growing darkness
I finally allow myself to be overcome
By all the fears which have consumed
And are too much to ignore anymore

With all the lies that I’ve been told
It’s surprising that I lasted this long
And at this moment it all comes back
Like a lullaby from years too distant to recall

A sweet serenity, simple in its form
As music drifts through my soul
Giving me final peace of mind
As I hear the chords I know so well

Somehow, though, I must let all of it go
But this silent melody is my connection
It’s what keeps me here, just to listen
Trapped in a world that I want to leave

It is the only thing that will stay
This song, with me, for all eternity
Bringing me closer to the edge of sleep
But never letting me fall away completely

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kara