The End

I'm searching for an end.
I feel it drawing near.
Dripping down my cheek.
A final heartfelt tear.
I'm choking on my words.
I drown inside my sobs.
I guess you never saw
The soul that you would rob.
My end is in a blade.
Perhaps it's in a pill.
As my angel comes to take me
My poisened blood will spill.
And where my blood will fall,
A blackened rose will rise.
And it will cry the tears
Falling from my eyes

Email the AuthorShasta McDougal