Death

By: Shanchan

Tears falling, sorrow fills the heart.
Metal edge of a glittering
Sword... Temptation has torn apart
The soul. The hand begins reaching...

Smoother than glass, strong as diamonds
Finger tips brush against the blades
Of weapon. Closing the almond
Eyes, all logic reasoning fades.

Only the anguished soul remains
Inside. With a single motion,
The sword passes through. Blood, contained
On the end. A painful notion...

Darkness falls upon the conscious
Mind as the pain diffuses through
The nerves. Lonely regrets because
One's life, relentlessly one threw.