Aug 07, 2004 23:51
Drip.
drop.
Drip.
drop.
each indivisual memory of happiness slips through my fingers
like the blood pouring out of my wrists.
Tick.
tock.
Tick.
tock.
time suspends itself as it would waiting for the one you love
like the second to second moments waiting for darkness to fall.
Four.
three.
Two.
one.
the countdown to hell begins when the devil returns home
reminding you of hell you'll encounter as your mind shuts down.
Please.
help.
Please.
help.
my cries are silent as each good moment of us leaves my soul
yet they are loud as I let the scarlet fluid flow.
drip.
Drop.
drip.
Drop.
nothing is left to remind me of who I am or what I've done
nothing is left at all except for the lifeless body on the floor.
tick.
Tock.
tick.
Tock.
i lay and wait for someone to care to realize my mistake
no one comes to my rescue, no cares.
they never will.