Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o'er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens' cry.
Yes! I've resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I'll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I'll headlong leap from hell's high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I'm prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn'd on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist'ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!
If you're considering suicide, please
call for help. There is someone out there who will listen to you and can help you, and you do not have to feel the way you do.
I took the photographs at
Creative Fantasy at Raven Hollow. There, you can find just about any accessory you could imagine for your haunted/spooky land, including the wolves and buzzards.
Credits:
Outfit -
Sn@tch - McLovin - Long Sweater/Plaid Ruffle Skirt (Red)
Skin -
Frick - Marie in Peach - Dk brows - frex
Shoes -
N-core - Ankle boot - Multicolor
Necklace -
JD Design - Necklace Cross red gems
