my sacrafice
scarlet blood drips slowly onto the page
dripping so softly from the pure white skin
no longer wondering what it feels like to be alive
for the pain is so powerful there is no denying it
memories flood in from your past to your present
then your mind freezes on what the future could have been
gazing into the blade that caused such a disaster
your eyes are so hallow and full of apathy
laying emotionless on your bed you grow wearier
the only light is emiting from a small candle
as you lay there with a tear streaming from your eye
the light grows dimmer but you still bleed
praying to god to take your soul
you take the blade to your wrist one last time
reaching to the sky for you to be taken, you gasp for breath
then with one final word
your arm falls to the side
a drop of blood makes its way down your fingers then slowly to the floor
the flame ceases as like you
...................sacrafice was what you made
i just finally give up on everything there is nothing else left in me.... if this is wrong make it right.....for me.....