Copyright ©2004: Megan E. Dickerson
The darkness falls
On top of me
It's so complete
I can not see
The light that shines
From both your eyes
That look like stars
Up in the skies
My heart, it pulls
Out of my chest
It leaves my body
Leaves the rest
The blood, it spills
To the ground
I fall, I cry
My hands are bound
It seeps, my blood,
From every pore
The curtain is drawn
I see no more
I do not feel
The slit you cut
Across my throat
You lift me up
A crimson stain
Upon your hand
You wash it off
And then you stand
You walk outside
You stand and stare
You raise a lock
Of my cut-off hair
And look down upon
The fresh dark mound
And there I lay
Deep in the ground