Suicide
The night comes,
blanketing the sky.
Leaving my 'friends,'
saying a final good-bye.
Sick of this world.
Sick of my life.
The light of the moon
reflecting off the knife.
The blade sinks in,
piercing the skin.
Killing myself,
the ultimate sin.
The blood oozing out,
Dripping off my hands.
The time floating by,
like an hourglass' sands
The life flowing out,
just like a flood.
The life leaving me,
with every drop of blood.
I drop to my knees,
can't stand anymore.
And finally, I collaspe,
lying dead on the floor.
© 6-23-1997 DeadAngel
