Deaths lullaby
She dances in the mist
Cast from her own fears
Her life filled with tears
Calls to thee
The great queen of death
Take from her
Your last breath
Drain from her
Life's last pain
Let it rain
Blood and love
From above
Darkest dreams
Flashes from the crash
That took her heart
Apart
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Hi, I'm Latrodectus, but you can call me Lat. I'm 14 and I love to write. I write at least 1 or 2 times a week and write everything from acrostics to opinion posts (and everything in-between) I'm also writing my first ever book/full story "The Darkworld Chronicles." I write to help find myself and who I really am and to help me deal with life's problems and stresses. I like drawing, acting, singing and gymnastics but don't like algebra, sport or swimming. My interests vary wildly (as do my works) and I feel it gives me some variety. Thanks for reading this, have fun in my world of writing :) ~Lat
[B]lack rose, dark shroud on [L]ife grows weary, grows night [A]nd day merge into Grey [C]an you see me mummy.
'Horace,' she starts, 'I'm so sorry, I got a call from Granny this morning and_' 'And WHAT Mum?!' 'Granny...Granny has cancer.' The word stabs you in the chest like a steel knife.
I stand there in the ashes, A cloud of dark despair, Crackles with a shock of lightning, Shattering the air.
You use to be my world, everywhere I looked I saw you. Now that you've left what will I do. How do I get up and remember to breathe. How do I open my eyes and continue to see.
Chapter 3 It was strange how they fed my mum through a tube and if you closed your eyes whilst holding her hand you could feel faint movements. I cried an wiped by wet nose on a snotty tissue.
Chapter 2 Her frail body was collapsed amongst shattered glass and rubble, yet she looked so peaceful.
When things get hard, and your pushed to the ground the weak stay down, accept their defeat, the strong, stand up, and show the world that even at their worst they can live.
I hear your voice. In the distance. A sudden cry for help. I run towards your crying plea. I'm sorry for the hand you've been dealt. I promised to keep you safe. But I feel I may be just too late.
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