With every last gasping breath,
She knows she's closer to her last,
With her hand on her breast,
Feeling every heart-beat pass.
She doesn't dream of tomorrow,
Or the fact of being alone.
She doesn't want anyones sorrow,
She know's she must move on.
To know whats really out there,
It makes her tears burn as they fall,
On her pale skin, thats now bare,
She wished no one could find her at all.
She figured if she could disappear,
Everyone would wuit hurting.
And her silent screams and tears,
Will, with death, quit flirting.
Because if she continues to persue,
This thought of suicide,
She'll have no other option to choose,
Except, her written goodbye.
A once flourecent soul,
Turned black as ever,
As she turns cold,
And sleeps forever. |
Submission Name: Tears of Death
