this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


death is coming

Tears flow from my eyes,
As blood pours from my wrist,
This was caused by your lies.

Death is calling.

My strength has vanished,
I am now weak,
Hope has been banished.

Death is drawing nearer.

I can no longer fight,
You have destroyed me,
Left in darkness without light.

Death is close.

Blood flows freely,
My time has come,
I can now see clearly.

Death is here.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:34

Tags Death  Pain  Suffering 

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