A REALLY old one... I think I was 13 when I wrote this.
Kiss Me My Dear
As I sit in this desolate place,
Chained to the walls of my fear,
No smile shines upon my face,
Only, a tear.
Emotions change rapidly on the outside,
Feeling I can no longer control.
In this desolate place I hide,
No longer taking the role.
The pain I can no longer explain.
Times were happy for you and I
Til your death brought the pain,
Now to forget you I can only try.
For you were very dear to me
A friend to confide in
A friend, for whom as it may be
I commit my final sin.
Kiss me my dear, for now I take my life.
Don't object, it's too late, I've already raised the knife.