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Author: Sarion
Fiction Rated: M - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-31-05 - Updated: 01-31-05 - id:1821977
Death:

I feel the blade pass through my chest

Erupting through my back

My mind is reeling palms are sweating

My thoughts are so off track

I feel the point of the blade

As it pierces through my skin

Feel the damage it has done

To the organs held within

The pain is unsurmisable

I cannot begin to explain

Nothing before has felt like this

Never have I felt such pain

I look up and see the startled face

Of the woman that I treasure

The look of her face one of horror

Not one of sadistic pleasure

I drop to my knees unable to stand

The blood pouring out so thick

The death is taking so long to come

Rather than being quick

I look around, I'm in my room

My love is sobbing out my name

The words she's saying drowned out by

The endless flow of pain

I look around and realize

That I have no chance to live

But I need a reason that Im stabbed

But my mind has none to give

My love is holding me up now

My body growing weak

My mind is foggy, eyes are blurry

My muscles feeling meak

Suddenly it comes to me

The fight that we had, our end

The fact that she was leaving me

To move in with girlfriend

But how is it that I am here

About to lose my life

Suddenly it comes to me

It is I who held the knife.



© Copyright 2005 Sarion (FictionPress ID:430675).


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