She sits still against the wall,
Knowing that she'll forever fall,
The blade rest on the cold floor,
There's no longer a knock on the door,
She slowly looks up at the ceiling,
Knowing she's all but a goner,
Grabbing the blade,
She presses it hard against her wrist,
The ocean under her turning to red stone,
And into the darkness,
She stares into those glistening eyes,
The blade kisses one last time to her skin,
As blood drips to the floor so slowly,
Death slowly sucks her soul dry,
She stares at those eyes,
As she realizes that they're coming towards her,
Fast and quickly,
Pain comes so instant,
That she loses her conscious,
She's ripped to bits,
And the coffin awaits
To put her, in her perfect fit,
No longer feeling alone,
As her ocean is no longer made of stone,
Those demon eyes are staring at her closely,
As she slowly dies,
In this puddle of blood,
She finally has a smile on her face,
As death wraps her perfectly in lace,
She forever in a place where she'll be happy
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...
