Dry, bitter skin wrapped around cold bones
Erodes in time like wind battered stones
To reveal your heart's unsteady beating
As your thoughts speak of your soul's constant bleeding
Words of anger, and your last hope
Your feelings you shed on a suicide note
Tears of blood stain your wrists
As they drain you of life and drip from your fists
Crimson red in puddles on the floor
Your body lying motionless by the door
Voices fading with every shallow breath
As you close your eyes and welcome death
Your Last Hope [Poem]
Don't steal or I'll hunt you down and choke you. =] But then again, why would you want to steal this? It's not my best, but I'd like to know what you think.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
