
A poem about murder and suicide.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 184 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-30-04 - id: 1771504
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And you still don't hear me....
You've asked me here and I don't know why,
I look up into the dark night sky.
You speak utter nonsense,
And I just can't take this.
Without thinking, I pull out my knife,
And now I'm going to take your life.
I slit your throat,
And I hear your choke.
What have I done?
I don't know but I think I should run.
But I can't leave you here,
Now my eyes start to tear.
I will do what I must,
You came here with trust.
I can't stand this,
So I slit my wrists.
The blade rips my skin,
My time now wears thin.
I hear you mutter "What did I do to you?"
"You didn't love" I whisper, if only you knew.
You are finally gone, and I feel something warm,
I am laying in your blood, its touching my arm.
I have tears in my eyes,
And I forget all your lies.
Its time for me to go,
So I slip away to the unknown.
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