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Suicide
I want to see it pour,
to se it drip and pool upon the floor.
I sit waiting, watching the clock,
Never again will i talk.
that would wake them up.
i want to see it dark, shining, red
before they wake and find me dead.
feel it draining from the cut,
my blood, mine. The only thing that ever was.
except for, that is, my thoughts.
but those too will die with me.
as they look upon the scene with horror,
my spirit, finally free, would soar.
such a selfish thing to do
dead in time for morning dew.
finally happy, finally free
for i know that none would mourn for me.
no one cares what i have thought
so why should they care? now that i rot?
watching it drip, watching it drain
with its flow it takes my pain
im so happy i wish it would rain
not with water, but with tears,
let them realize thier deepest fears
let them see what they have done
endless rain without the sun.
while i lay smiling in a pool of red
finally happy, finally dead.
 Amara_starleaf · Fri May 26, 2006 @ 11:02pm · 1 Comments |
