O Death! Come and embrace me

O Death! Come and embrace me, These breaths bite my heart like stings of a bee. This lump on my throat has become gargantuan, I can’t swallow the misery, my limit has broken. Inside my brain I have created my own hell, In which the excruciating memories of past dwells. They strip my consciousness of

Contrasting beginning and ending of your story

The story commences with your birth, That first cry of yours spreads mirth. You sobbed and bawled, And the world around you laughed.   The story will end when you would be sleeping in peace, There won’t be mundane tensions, only solace. But the world around you shrouded by illusion, Would be weeping bitterly on