A diatelle is 15 lines with a rhyme scheme of...
Gray...
There once was a man who thought he was a strong...
He thought he could never be bent or broken...
He Was Quiet
He Was Tired...
Muffled screams break the silence
as the razor glides over skin...
Empty room, silence kills
Broken smile, violent chills...
Down the hole
into darkness...
Burning yet in the dark is a conscience
Still finding a glow in the gloom...
I feel the wet tears
Rolling down my cheek...
See that funeral?
Yeah, the one with a hundred crying people...
Are you really living,
when all you think is death...
Do you ever just want to die
so your eyes can see...
Decomposing
A fruit, flesh withered...