blood

wrote:jan 28,2007

as blood drips

from the knife that

i hold in my hand

i look down and

see what i have

done the knife

tainted in my own

blood from my wrist

i feel faint and see

blurs as i try and

think what did i

do and why did

i do it as i

drop the knife

with tears falling

from my eyes i

grow cold and wait

apon my death

hoping no one

shall find me